WAITING FOR GREEN MORNINGS
by Carol A. Stephen

I am waiting for someone to discover waiting, a new frontier for anxiety.
I am waiting to drop the world, the final withering of wonder,

and for the second religious revival of grapes, God
on the right, a rebirth of waiting to be blessed.

I am waiting for animals to fall like rain in secret,
for storms of music to sound for Alice of the tower.

And I am waiting for arms of immortality, for green mornings
of unpremeditated poem rapture on the Urn of Perpetual Wonder.

SOURCE: Found poem based on “I Am Waiting” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

IMAGE: “Morning” by Mikhail Vrubel (1897).

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Carol A. Stephen is a Canadian poet. Her poetry has appeared in Bywords Quarterly Journal and two Tree Press/phaphours press collaborative chapbooks. Her poem, “Learning to Dance” appeared online at Silver Birch Press…