Waiting
on a word from the people
with the power
to change lives
completely.

Unrest
when everything you’ve built
a life upon slowly
slides away
and you’re left looking
at what’s left.

Trusting
that the word will come through
shortly, and will be the one
you want. Or
that something better
will come along.

Chaos
like a controlled burn,
sparks define a perimeter,
everything within
puffs away, making room
for unexpected new growth.