patience

I'm crossing my legs with patience.
I'm waiting on the world to to change.
Hearing a beat in my head, similar to the one in my heart.
To taste.
To touch.
To feel again.
To allow passage, close, to my inner being.
To connect.
So here I sit,
with my legs crossed.
Still, in a world of motion.
Waiting,
with patience, and excitement
for you.