ODE TO A PATIENT STALA

by jnrJacinto



waiting for ages
to complete your being
and reach the summit
of that cavernous domain
where you exist unknown
from man and his cahoots
growing from a mound
to a virgin beauty
fed by the trickles
that comes from above
through a slit on the ground
no wider than the eyes
can penetrate and fathom
what deep mystery
lies below
down where the waters
nourished your existence
where lonely you stare
at that half so near
awaiting that moment
when at last
you will touch
and unite with the other
to become a pillar
a monument of triumph
of your waiting years.