I’ll lay here still

And wait for a happy song to dawn on me

I’ll lay here with full intent and will

That it will call upon me.

A song for hope,

And a poem for good measure

Will it hold my reservation if I’m an hour late-

To the dinner I was meant to host?

Will it hold traffic for me as I cross the road?

Perhaps in the distance, I’ll know it someday soon.

Perhaps I’ll see it up close.

I keep myself perched on its promise,

But hold my breath in its pretense.