What is in the Waiting ...

of yellow-spotted salamanders until vernal pools thaw

and mud-hoveled green frogs silent beneath frozen ponds

of the six years underground seven-year cicada

and the pendulant chrysalis on ice-glistened grasses

of great horned owls invisible between nocturnal catches

and deer still and staring between camouflaging branches

of empty lined pages between inspirations

and blank white minds between imaginations?