faithful waiter

we were in a rock garden

mossy and green

moist sparkles of a million 

dew drops on our wine glasses

waiting for dinner

the waiter finally came

greeting us

with laughter like a waterfall

then in a soft voice

took our order

we are not sure what we ordered

or what we would get

but he assured us it would harmonize

with soothing music

coming from the rocks and trees

bubbling up from the ground

reach beyond our expectations

and touch us deep in

unexplored territory

after a year

we were hungry

waiting all this time

for the promised  meal

not noticing really

the passing of time

the slow changes

mosses drying out

then moist

leaves covering us 

before the spring winds swept them away

the waiter stayed on

polishing tree trunks and leaves

speaking in a language

that sounded like growing plants

finally the meal arrived

the wait worth it all

waiting for the faithful waiter