Will It?
Five erudites sat sullen and serene
Pondering their imminent unease.
They waited, knowing the rowdy bear would return.
It didn’t harm them—no bruises, no cuts.
A rambunctious presence, tugging at thought.
It was going to be any moment now, I swear it will.
Will it?
It will.
It hasn’t.
...It will.
One of them thought a forgotten thought.
He looked up and remembered the existence of the four others around him.
What are they thinking?
Should I ask?
He did.
And change took place.
The serpent was wrapped and the milky sea was churned.
The bear was no longer rowdy, it had remembered love