Everything is Waiting For You
By David Whyte
Your great mistake is
to act the drama
as if you were alone.
As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings.
Surely, even you, at times,
have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence,
and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice.
You must note the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor
of things to come,
the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness
and ease into the conversation.
The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink,
the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness
and seen the good in you at last.
All the birds and creatures of the world are unutterably themselves.
Everything is waiting for you.