all that i am

I stood by myself on the bridge and waited

just steps from where that young boy stepped off
I wondered about him
his friends  his family
and what he was doing tonight
in eternity

I was thankful to be standing
not clutching not crossing over

I watched
people passed me
and turned to see
what it was I was watching for
I felt like the early disciples of Jesus
watching and waiting
looking up
expecting imminent return

I knew it had to come
it was here just last night
but why was it taking so long
maybe it had already happened
its hidden behind this dark sky cloud

in the heat in the humid
I was patient
I waited

and finally it appeared where I stood

then those who passed now

paused to comment
on the strawberry moon in june