We're waking up
we're ready

now
yet
how steady falls the rain
that keeps us damply
rooted in
and pleading bleakly
at the sky
just one small nod
a simple wink
a bit of hope
that you are nigh
have look at us
we're drenched
enough
our newborn shoots are cloaked
in grey
our weather boots and hood
are tired
and won't mind being hung
away
come out
come out
your eminence
our salutations wane
don't leave us tremble
let us wait
nor genuflect
in vain  

Sara Mathews     April 2023