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.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Patience is difficult. I like this very much Susan. And now back to my pacing and no patience at 2am
Hee, hee. IO hear you!
Oh I know you do. Nice company for me
Patience is in the growing of a slow thing – wow!
Thanks, Noel…A rough lesson for me, as this one is blocking everything else I want to write behind it 😉
making the impatient writer a mere scribbler
Hee, hee. Agreed. At least that is what I am consoling myself with thinking. However, I can’t force it out before its time. Painful process.
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.
Hahaha–I just wish it was an excuse. When I am writing something in my head and not on the page yet, I get grumpy 😉
It IS an excuse, I’d say. A brilliant one!
😉 I think we should all use it!
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
Thank you so much, KB. I can’t wait until its out there, as well. Well, I guess I have to, which is the lesson in this poem, right?
“***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.
Hee, hee. Go for it. It does not work with mine.
I’ll try it out tomorrow around dinner time. 😉
Patience can be so hard! Nice exploration.
Thanks, Nelle. I prefer this version of patience to that played with in poem #2.
Patience is indeed slow. And I am a very impatient person, to my chagrin. Wonderful poem