In a city of thrum and hum
Always in motion
Always in commotion
Whose voice knows only to shout
Islands of quiet patience
Await their moment
To rejoin the miasma
Of humanity
In a city of thrum and hum
Always in motion
Always in commotion
Whose voice knows only to shout
Islands of quiet patience
Await their moment
To rejoin the miasma
Of humanity
Market day patience
Soft light for light-hearted friends
Heavy load their throne
Confined egress
Narrow field of view
Yield to oncoming traffic
Move ahead
Nonetheless
Patience and tenacity
Against the grain
Of resistance
Light beyond
Illumines new roads
Suggests possibilities
Beacons complement
One to guide
One to illumine
The fog competes
Beacons diminished
So blares the horn
What those of the sea
Cannot see
They hear
Don’t stand too close!
I came for sunrise
Woke early for
Golden hour glory
Instead, the fog
Cast a shroud
A pall upon the morning
Patience
The sun will out
And so it did
A moment, perhaps
More glorious
Than the moment sought
Expectation
Patience
Adaptation
No matter the words you say
No matter the things you do
All paths lead to you
A golden destination
Partially concealed
In unfathomable
Possibility
Though patience
And softness
Cannot resolve
Every problem
The peace flowing
From their practice
Bears a reward
Of its own
As I watch
The sun set
Upon the stone
The river cut
Patience is the desert
Eons shaped it
Storms come and go
Then desert returns to itself
Desert surprises
Not always hard sun and heat
Comfortable in the cold grey
Vivid hues follow a spring rain
Lifeless seems the desert
Lively to those who choose to see
Quiet in harmonious balance
Patient, resilient, and supple