
The in-between times
seem wanting but never bore,
filled with dread galore.

The in-between times
seem wanting but never bore,
filled with dread galore.
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There is nothing like a drought
to teach what life is all about.
Waiting for the rain to fall
is not sufficient to survive.
Tender patience does not thrive.
Buds remain closed, tucked and hidden
deep among leaves’ folds
offering a pace to hide.
Roots buckle down deep
and down, down, down
to depths they seldom explore;
knowing once the rains do come
they may open up closed doors.
Eventually, rains come, and even pour.
Rains batter plants stressed and sore;
opening caches held within their core.
It is only after sun appears
that plants let go their fears.
And in that moment plants flower,
Their faith in Nature restored.
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Patience calls Americans
to become paragons
of those willing to wait
and take their place in lines
where none had ever defined
our supplies, nor our desires.
We had no need of patience
in a nation beyond the expectation
of delays and empty shelves.
Deeper now we must delve
to discover if we can recover
a sense of community.
Covid shines light through a prism
of rugged individualism
once thought the best of our virtues.
Now, consideration of others colors our quest
to be first and best, and heads above the rest
of those with greater needs.
Patience now becomes the seed
to plant a garden where all can feed
and none go hungry.
We never knew we could be patient.
Until now we had no need.
Could it be that patience
has always been our hidden strength?
The thing that stretches our
breadth and length to reach
beyond the depth of greed.
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The geese know the way
beyond the pond’s gaze
onto paths which cannot contain them
to stay within its bounds.
In formation they travel
stopping traffic in their wake;
Mom in front, goslings next,
and dad takes up the rear.
We all wait.
Then, wait longer.
No horns blare.
We have learned to live in peace
at the speed of geese,
patient with one another
in this small space,
in this neighborhood of grace.
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