there's the patience

Sitting there, waiting on the set order of alignment that I have been waiting  oh so long for, time seems to come to a hault.  Looking around trying to find an object to fix upon, I realize I'm lost in the transition.  The thought of being lost is never easy to take in.  So I decide to up my awareness and focus diligently.  From all the things I was searching for, I knew what I eventually wanted to have.  And a good thing happens, time speeds up.  The line begins to move.  Ted.  I smile.  Turning the center as if it were a battleship taking fire.  There it is.  The patience has paid off.  A feeling a bliss covers me; I feel good.  I stand next in line.  Accepting and hearing the sounds that flow from the side was something that made me feel as if it were okay for time to stop.  It is not always needed, time is not always in the positive.  In some moments, time is void.  These are the best times.  Here I am, Ted, now being served a basket full of hot delightfullness, understanding this is when a coffee table becomes more than a room filler.  That beyond these constrictions lies warmth.  Warmth that is only received through anticipation.