February: Day Twenty-one

There is something delicious

in yearning, in longing,

in that slightly discontented, 

slightly tingly impatience

that is anticipation.

So often I have tried to soothe - 

even to extinguish - 

my longing 

with getting, having, 

achieving, going, 

doing - 

only to find myself

missing the anticipation 

and yearning

to yearn

again