Looking. Hoping. Waiting.

It will come.
It will happen.

You’ll be able to grab it
and hold on to it
with both hands.

Not for ever.

That’s the nature
of the beast.

Perhaps you will look back
at this moment.

‘Remember when I….’
you might say.

‘Ah, yes,’
your mother might reply
(if she’s still around)
‘that was the day when…’

Innocent When You Dream