This Now

This now,
the dimly grim urgency
of hope.

Us,
waiting in hiding -
worried of our heavy breath
to give us away.

and all the world
is colliding, particles
of expectation sparkling
towards heat
and nothing more it seems.

until You,

walking in a field
of wildflowers,

legs swinging lazily
towards your next step,

see a weed but do not pull it out.

simply stay,
just breathe,
only wait with us,
your hair touched by the same breeze -

it is enough.