The first in a long time...

I'm waiting for
my moment of zen.
I'm waiting for
the moment when
a sigh is
              - just a breath;
another moment
              - delaying death.
I'm waiting for
the calm;
for the line that winds
the base of my palm;
a long, long line
               - that extends;
a long line
               - yet to begin.
What does it hold,
what I await.
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
                 - is it too late?