Wait for Me

Wait at the mouth of the cave.
If you have no cave, then wait

At the side of the creek. No?
Well, wait and watch the oak twig

On which one of those green leaves
Looks too fat and eats the rest.

It could start to spin, that leaf.
It could melt in its own silk

And fly off once days have passed.
Don’t have whole days to watch pass?

Wait in a chair by smudged glass
And watch just this one day end.

Like the mouth of a cave, dusk
The sun slips in. It’s gone then.