from I Am Waiting
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

I am waiting
to get some intimations
of immortality
by recollecting my early childhood
and I am waiting
for the green mornings to come again
youth’s dumb green fields come back again
and I am waiting
for some strains of unpremeditated art
to shake my typewriter
and I am waiting to write
the great indelible poem
and I am waiting
for the last long careless rapture
and I am perpetually waiting
for the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn
to catch each other up at last
and embrace
and I am waiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder

We talked at mindfulness group this week about the difficulty of waiting, of the uncertainty of being “in-between,” standing at the threshold waiting for the door to open. Here is a meditation for this time of waiting, as we start to step back gingerly into the world.