She waits in the dark

Her legs pulled

into her chest

Her hand

over her eyes

The clock beats

Above her head

And she waits

                                                                She waits in the light

         Hands pressed together

                                                  Watching the clock

On the wall

      The hour hand

        Cruel, constant

                                                                   When?

                               She waits in the dark

                                Opens her eyes

                                Misty red light

                Pours through the window

               Curling and twisting

                And she waits

                                        She waits in the light

                                       Watching dust dance

                                        in sunshine

                                        Reading her books

                                        Folding her clothes

                                       When?

She waits in the dark

Sounds seem distant

Voices murmur softly

She shuts her eyes

Sinks deep into the warm

And she waits.

               

  The light comes

                                      In a flash of blinding pain

  Separated; then joined

                                       Out of the night

                                                                        Into the very first day