The Waiting Game

August 5, 2024

Your eyes are waterfalls,

Cascading 

into my soul’s 

Deep and yawning mouth.

 

Coming when uninvited,

Asking when unprovoked.

 

You know as well as I do

That “no” does not exist 

When you are around.

 

As a child, I learned about

The cosmos. Now I’ve discovered:

You are at its center.

 

It’s only natural for the 

Mountains to yield and the valleys

To sway at the sound of your voice.

 

Only now am I realizing that the 

Earth doesn’t turn unless you permit it,

And buildings don’t fall until you say the word.

 

Say the word.

We’re all waiting.

 

Vanessa Perez has loved writing ever since she was a little girl. Words have always fascinated her, and now she studies English at California State University, Fullerton. While she typically seeks solace in poetry, she has also started experimenting with short fiction and essays. She is always looking for new ways to connect with others through her writing.

 

 

 

Featured image by Rio Hodges.

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