Before You Arrive
Anticipations enfold me;
ceaseless murmurs always sing
inside my eager soul;
like an invisible choir
put there to energize each breath.
I no longer listen for Earlene the dog
to bark the postman’s arrival;
hoping for confirmation of acceptance in some club;
nor do i care if it snowed fourteen inches in Omaha.
Please have the moon tell me
your car is fifteen minutes north
of the blue and white cafe
scheduled to arrive here in sixty minutes.
I will fall on my knees in gratitude,
quiver until i hear your car door slam.