Why does the wait between the pebbles that line the street
seem so important, now that there is a secret in the chest?
insignificant details, it is true,
reasons why we lock secrets in our chest area to begin with
is it because the heart is already in a cage?
isn't that enough already?
but this is the effect of waiting
it has its moments
the insignificant details of uncertainty,
like the number of cola caps found on the street when your head bows
in prayer as it does in fear
for there will be a tug, heavier than you when you sit
between the certain and the uncertain
aware that at a minute's request, it will condone,
the fear of yours into minute pieces of information
always delayed at your risk and your order
this is why we delay the break of bad news
out of fear that good news will not be able to turn around the corner
to come find us when we least expect it.