It will come to you, when it does—
not tonight perhaps, nor tomorrow,
the day after that, nor in a week—
it does not stir under bright lights,
purr to the cadence of early morning runs,
cower under cold showers,
or bloom among brown grinds,
or bare itself to the blue depths of tired eyes.
It will come to you when it does.
Being more than the sum of your thoughts,
it may not answer to deep focus,
ennui, desperation, drugs, or poetry.
Things that are not born of our persistence
often find shelter in our patience:
so, let it come—when it does.
It will come to you: it always does;
impervious to the alacrity of alarm clocks,
the hubris of self-set deadlines,
and the imperfection of all plans,
it will arrive if only you are waiting,
uncertain of everything in your trials
except the constancy of your purpose
and the limits of your labour,
when it comes to you.
Author bio: Arka Basu is the recent winner of the UoA Poetry Club’s poetry competition, themed ‘Conversations’. Basu is an English literature PhD student completing a thesis on the spatialisation of the erotic relations in the works of Iris Murdoch. He loves woolly jumpers and coffee.
