Patience

One can simply wait,

Or shift from ordinary gait,

But if not welcomed

Or even accepted

Only adds to the angst

Or seems like pranks

One can keep doing

As part of pursuing

Increasing the expectation

Of revelation

From the world one knows,

Even looking beyond to where the wind blows

One can reach around

Where patience is now found

To find new places

Where patience might create spaces

That invite exploration

And reformulation.

One can try to assemble

With things that resemble

But are not the same

As things we can name

To modify the meaning

Of being-in-place

One Response to “Patience”

  1. quayny's avatar quayny Says:

    I love this poem Dad.

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