Sweet Arrival

I've ever felt a closeness
To something unspeakably good.
A presence that, without moving at all,
Beats me to my arrival.
But not goading as a competitor,
Or gloating as one so much better,
He drops sweet petals,
Airs the place,
And dispels the shadows alone.

Then he waits for the likes of me.

It makes me wonder
How I can turn so easily,
And even consider something so temporary,
And so lacking.

-jenn long