Mist Over Mountains

a poem about falling

there is a 

soft cadence

to this dance

like the way

mist moves

through mountains

a quiet pace

to confusion

and fumbling

that gives way

to understanding

and acceptance

a comfort in

the way we

figure it out

as we go

at our own 

speed

just the two

of us

and i will never

ask you

for things you

cannot give

and i have not 

waited for many

things or for

many people

in my life

but i think

i would gladly

wait

if this is what

waiting feels like

if this is

waiting, for

you