It’s like the rarity of watching a car pull into its own driveway,
Or of watching streetlights or store-lights turn on.
Getting into a cold shower, waiting for it to turn warm.
The sort of relief that comes from being hungry,
So achingly, gnawingly hungry,
And grimacing as you drive home, listening
To the soundtrack of a beast,
And finding dinner on the table, waiting, steaming, staring…
Just for you.
The days count themselves off, you nearly forget
What it is that you’re waiting for.
Delayed satisfaction, gratification,
That’s what they call it, but this is different:
Forgotten wishes coming true.