Saturday, February 1, 2014

All That No-Time

No-Tom Road comes to mind.
One of the many times
I thought myself patient,
A life-long confusion
Of noun for adjective,
Of being a patient

Versus being patient.
Or any of those nights
By your crib, in a chair,
On the floor, in the dark,
As if dawn couldn't come
Fast enough or at all.

Or any long morning
Short on activities,
Or any car-seat wait
For your mother's return
From a store. As if I
Had better things to do

Than simply be with you,
The one child of my life,
My sky-eyed magic show,
Endlessly surprising,
Decades in arriving,
The one I waited for.

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