I am waiting, with Lawrence, for a rebirth of wonder.

I am waiting, with Tolstoy, for a happy family.

I am waiting, with Emily Gibbs, for us all to wake up.

I am waiting for Clark Kent to reveal his true identity.

I am waiting, with the Brothers Grimm, to live happily ever after.

I am waiting, with Charles, for it to be only the best of times.

I am waiting, with Christy, to pick flowers in the woods with Fairlight.

I am waiting for James Bond to burst through the skylight at the last minute.

And I am waiting to be welcomed into a room of my own–where he is waiting,

      “You are here”, he will say.

      “Yes,” I will say.

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