Patience

Patience moves through layers like breath,

giving each its needed round,

patience lets the frenzy settle

and begins again

There is time, there is time,

there is time for each idea to form,

to reach its fullness,

to let the circle close

There is a firmness that holds

the wind ruffled page,

that smoothes it out

and lets it turn in turn

So may my hands smooth

the tangled, rumpled tasks

so they can lie flat

along the day.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 2, 2019