witness

unlocking the door

there’s a secret inside, a well-known one

despite all my attempts to uncover it

the key sits in the lock

hesitancy is a sweet, sacred moment

urgency waits

there’s no rush in the one who wants to know

the feeling of coming home

to meet the one she’s been looking her whole life for

what will she find now she has arrived?

little by little

a breath

a glance

a word or two breaking the silence

not just yet, not just yet

the search is still so precious

an unopened door,

an unwrapped gift,

a surprise wrapped in her own flesh and bones

waiting

witnessing

as it all unfolds