Some work is slow work,
where what must happen
happens silent
in the space where cream
hardens to parmesan
or phenols break into bouquet;
where calendars
are only suggestions,
and the months from plowing
to first fruit are measured best
not in days,
but through breath and heartbeat.

This poem, waiting birth
has fluttered teases under my hands
as its bones stretch from idea

to genesis.  The work of it
cannot be learned through pacing.  Patience
is in the growing of a slow thing,
in yielding to wait
and trusting not time
but process.

***Some explanation of where I have been lately.  I am growing a poem.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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19 Responses to Patience

  1. unfetteredbs says:

    Patience is difficult. I like this very much Susan. And now back to my pacing and no patience at 2am

  2. Patience is in the growing of a slow thing – wow!

  3. making the impatient writer a mere scribbler

  4. I love the excuse—er–explanation Suze.
    I’m going to use that for sure…”What was that? I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you. I’m growing a poem.”
    Actually, I think I’m growing three right now. Not really writing any. But growing poems….love it.

  5. annotating60 says:

    I can’t wait until you reap what’s growing. This poem is really good. Your work has developed in such an amazing direction.>KB

  6. Alice Keys says:

    “***Some explanation of where I have been lately. I am growing a poem.” This is great. I may borrow it the next time my kids want something.

  7. nelle says:

    Patience can be so hard! Nice exploration.

  8. Patience is indeed slow. And I am a very impatient person, to my chagrin. Wonderful poem

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