
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
May 16, 2020 at 5:56 pm |
I love this poem Dad.