by Carol A. Stephen

I am waiting for someone to discover waiting, a new frontier for anxiety.
I am waiting to drop the world, the final withering of wonder,

and for the second religious revival of grapes, God
on the right, a rebirth of waiting to be blessed.

I am waiting for animals to fall like rain in secret,
for storms of music to sound for Alice of the tower.

And I am waiting for arms of immortality, for green mornings
of unpremeditated poem rapture on the Urn of Perpetual Wonder.

SOURCE: Found poem based on “I Am Waiting” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti.

IMAGE: “Morning” by Mikhail Vrubel (1897).


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Carol A. Stephen is a Canadian poet. Her poetry has appeared in Bywords Quarterly Journal and two Tree Press/phaphours press collaborative chapbooks. Her poem, “Learning to Dance” appeared online at Silver Birch Press on October 28, 2014. You can also find Carol’s poems on-line at The Light Ekphrastic and in videos at Tree Reading Series. Twice shortlisted, in 2012 Carol won third place in Canadian Authors Association National Capital Writing Contest. She’s the author of two chapbooks, Above the Hum of Yellow Jackets and Architectural Variations. Visit her at