Sister Poetry

Sometimes waiting is long
You simply pause where 
You would rather move or do or something.
Waiting is so nothing
Nothing longing for 
Difference
But isn’t it odd.
No one moment is the other
Nothing is really the same.
So what is waiting?
Only those too blind to see really wait
Those with seeing hearts create a newness
Each moment and are alive to all.
Then there is waiting only the
Wonder of moving moments.