Pages

Sunday, February 02, 2014

patience

how patient, she asked once. how patient
could I be? more patient, I should
have said. more patient than the water,
deep all around, was. it was patient,
to catch what the stars wept down. and
as patient, I'll say. if she asks.
as patient, when she asks again,
as when, after a time we can't measure,
those same weeping stars welcomed me.
Post a Comment