The Idea Whose Time Has Not Yet Come

‘tis time
we hear
from time to time
for the next great thing
- the next idea
who’s time has come
or, mayhap,
not a thing,
but a one,
a person,
poised and ready,
prepared and polished
- tho’ maybe not
so sure of that.
But what,
pray tell,
of the idea,
grand and glorious,
or the one,
studied and learned,
whose time has not yet come?

Do such
wait, and then
fade into eternal nothingness?
Seems such a waste
- and does not sit right
with the idea of
matching time
and thing.
Maybe
the greats
cycle in and out,
taking a peek,
and dancing off
to play some other where
till time and
thing are both
right.
Maybe it’s not
so innocent;
maybe
the ideas come
down from above,
thrusting,
striving,
trying,
seeking
a way,
a place,
a one, a person,
through which to be born.
Maybe such things
even try
many doors
many places
all at the same time
and the one
we think the lucky
One
was indeed,
the lucky one.
Maybe
the one
seems so
perfect, so
One-ish
because of past
trials
travails
troubles:
maybe their
time
is a fitting
and justly deserved
climax
to past
oblivions.

So ...
pray tell,
what
of the idea,
or the one,
whose time has not yet come?

© Kayleen White, 2008