Homecoming

Blog 461:

A woman looks out the window
She stares at something
Nothing in particular I could see
Not from where I sat in curious vigil
Yet she gazes at a distance
As if she anticipates an event … a sight …
Perhaps she waits for a movement …
Maybe she hopes for a sign of kind
I get agitated just looking … watching …
Nonetheless, there she stands patiently spotting
Offering nothing more, but a serious gape
Suddenly a shadowy figure appears
I vaguely could make sense of it
Except she gets filled with excitement
At the sight of the one beloved soul mate
Whose gait and walk even from afar
Truly is familiar and in memory rooted within
In her every vein and pulse!