Biding

I am patient
Biding time able
To parse time like
Popcorn kernels off
A dried corncob until
Time to once again feel
The nagging awareness
Of coincidence sliding the
Throughways into line so
Things seem to coalesce
Around some point in
Time when the near
Impossible just is
Commonplace
At that single
Moment but
This time
Not as
Dumb
Or it
May
Be
Just
Dumb luck.