it looks like
waiting,
might feel like
waiting,
but it is not
waiting.
open the window
and the breeze might
enter, might
not.
open the door
and you get both
entrance
and exit.
this breathing is
independent of you,
it demands
nothing from you,
does not need to
wait.
this breathing is
dependent of you,
it asks of you,
over, over
again;
open
the window,
open
the door.
there is nothing
to wait for.
