Waiting for nothing


I’m sitting on a bench outside my house. It’s four feet wide – enough for two, if that’s your thing.

I’m waiting for nothing.

Stillness, you see, is my superpower: Birds surprise my ears, a squirrel shoots between my legs.

The boy deer is back, nibbling at the oaks I newly planted. A baby raccoon is stuck up a tree. A frog is sitting – watching, absorbing. There’s a spider with the longest legs you ever did see.

And as I sit, waiting for nothing, joy floods my chest and I fall back in love with the world I’m part of.