Waiting

I wait.
Dressed in gray, the sky is gray, the water is gray
No breath of a ripple.
I once
frantically screamed your name into the muddy waters
Knowing you had succumbed.
My voice descending to your deaf ears
Echoing back to me
Creating silence.
I stood breathlessly on the edge
of the cropped, stubbled grass
That melded into slippery mud as it slid inside
The murky waters.
I agonized whether to dive in to try to save you.
I whispered for you to raise your hand up to me.
I waited.
No breath of a ripple.
The fog encased sky remained gray.
I was cold
My bare arms mud splattered
My hair half tied and wispy
My white dress streaked in gray
A ragged wind snatched at my hair and dress fitfully.
I step back from the slick ledge of the endless pond
And donned a cloak.
I am covered in the dampness
But I still feel the cold stinging my face.
Now, instead of watching only the filthy water,
I also watch the sky
Knowing the sun will eventually break through
Sometimes, I think I almost see it.
But not yet.
I wait.
Having faith
That I will know when my waiting will end
And that the sun will pierce through the grayness.
If not here,
Then somewhere else that my path leads.