The wait


The wait
Has no gait
It’s silent, still
And long
Or not
But tedious and unnerving
To those in haste
With no time to waste
And pressure to perform
On them it’s wasted
But some do see
How nice it is to breathe
Sit back, reflect
Take some time to dissect
What the heart has going on
And the mind has silenced
They find treasure in the wait
The distance to contemplate
Find space to create, innovate
And so move on again
To set it free

©2013, Myriam Heffels

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