Waiting

...

I am a drop of water which tries to understand an ocean.

Or perhaps I am a puff of wind trying to understand a hurricane.

Or a speck of light thinking it is a sun.

Or a grain of sand arguing the nature of a desert.

Futile attempts, senseless strives, impossible challenges.

You, on the other hand,

are fire and water, blue and red,

fast and slow,

spinning and stopping,

moist.

You have no ending, you have no limits.

A mystery.

All I have to do is to let you be

and then to extend my hand

to touch you.

Forever.

Now.