Nervously biting my nails and tapping my left foot impatiently while staring at the clock of time…..these qualities are so not me. Is it a blessing or curse to be imbued with patience? That, I can never tell. Some would call it a gift, others- a laziness of spirit. To be able to wait decades for winter to become spring or forever for the sun to smile….I seem to be able to do it without noticing. Maybe it’s because I regard time in terms of eternity…but that’s another story. Have you got the time?
time is a bubble
filled with seconds and minutes
lost in the heavens
dVerse Poets– Haibun Monday- Waiting