waiting for the cue

they’d been looking for a sign
to help them decide if it was time
to leave the main road,
going off course

listening carefully for faint messages
in the rustling of the trees
or the softness of midnight whispers
travelling with the wind
or a glint in the creek on its way
to meet the ocean

after a while they’d started to wonder if
there would ever be the right time
to do this


written for maypoeticwings 23/31, “midnight whispers”

maypoeticwings is a Twitter poetry challenge hosted by @PoetessBecca and @BelezaAngel

© annie scribes 2017
all rights reserved


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