A Pause

A Pause

I wandered in my garden till the darkness fell.
Logs of wood stored for a later day,
tools of all sizes to do odd jobs when needed,
tin pots and tin sheds to be used some day;
in the gathering dusk
a window opened
and let the moon in.
The versatile moon in a rather bleak sky,
waiting just a little longer to say a goodbye.
"I have been waiting long in this desolate sky
for you to open the window and look at me.
Take a little pause to look at me;
your garden can wait, but not me.
Everything is waiting for a pause
and everything lives in the pause."