We thought it would be winter

We thought it would be spring

We thought it would be summer

But nothing really happened

And patience was still the king

Weeks and months and even years

We’ve gazed at our bloody screens

With quiet anticipation

Of highs and lows and joys and no’s

And ends that had no means.

Four and half years I’ve trudged along

With an end that was always in sight

But that light at the end of the tunnel

May as well have been an elusive Venus

Out there somewhere on cloudy night.

But finally, finally, finally, finally

We think our POET’s gotten out of his cage

And has clutched the world

With his disruptive fists

And at last has come of age

Let’s hope I’m not still a dreamer

When October rolls around

And I can say to my family and friends

Both here in my face and in cyberspace

That the treasures we seek have been found.