patience is a lonely virtue
worn thin as hand me downs
in a too large family
in a too old house
but patience is what’s required
for trust to develop
for the comfort of familiarity
waiting for acceptance
like letting birds settle
while you wait for the path to open
while you wait for the way forward
patience is a lonely virtue
requiring surreptitious repetition
gentling alarms with quiet strokes
patience is persistent non-pursuit
patience is acceptance of illusions
allowing mirages to be photo-shopped into tomorrow
waiting for that calm moment
that waits like a forest clearing
that waits like a perfect moment
worthy of an eternity of frustration
patience is the appreciation of a possibility
and the acceptance of its loss
patience is letting now catch up with tomorrow
while the wind whistles
and cries
patience is learning to ignore the immediate
knowing that some prizes are worth the wait
David Trudel © 2013
