A move

Sitting patiently, waiting Scanning the real-life chess board The first move, made Now, your turn I plot what’s next

Waiting

When will it arrive? What will it bring? Strong enough to silent all Weak enough to allow birds to sing? Powerful enough to clear the streets Light enough to let one carry on? Dangerous enough to wear many layers How many clothes will we don? A look out onto the horizon Waiting for what yet …