Count the Number of Seconds Between a Flash and the Crack of Thunder and Divide That by Five

It is just ahead, it is coming—
whatever it is you are waiting for

has been waiting for you. Every day,
ten more steps taken; five, four,

three. In previous months,
your hair has been trimmed 

as if by lightning. Whatever needs
folding will be folded. There isn't much

required after a certain point. 
It's almost winter, but in the earth

somewhere, there's always 
a volcano simmering, or on the boil.

Hours and days which made up 
a life glide into each other.  

After a time, only listening is possible. 
After a time, there is no longer counting.