Waiting For Action Poem by Joshua Bantum

Where is the woman
That I’m taking out to dinner
Tonight

Behind the door
Of this café
Thousands of woman know me
My type, and they want it
To laugh, to feel soft
Letting go of caution
A subtle touch upon them
Like a whisper of air
Circulating around their core
Lifting their shroud of neglect
A façade keeping weakness at bay

But the tides
They rise like a smooth death
Grasping towards the sky

Time builds and breaks everything
Especially its favorites
Objects seemingly built perfect

So I am like Time
And am patient like time, because it is patient with me
And as it sews actions of joy together for me to break
I produce fear and weakness for it to forsake

Where is the woman
Who begs to hear this vow
Who like me
Begged to find truth
Even if in the core of a lie
You must plant a tiny seed of it
And wait a lifetime longer than your own
To ever have it sprout, to curl upon new soil
Like a newborns hand wraps upon its mothers thumb
Kisses the blades of grass
Who like itself, grew through the mass

Behind that door
That sparked this rush of light
Is a world waiting, Like I’m waiting
Patient.