My spin and fidget
are past, though I toy
with the right word
for this waiting:

A quietness
thinner than paper
slides between the gun magazines
and last year’s parenting tips,
a business of eyes and mind
learning a recipe to brine turkey
in orange juiceΒ I will never use.

I have become good at this,
simply being, not measuring a wait
in minutes
or the click of beads
or a snap of puzzle pieces

but in the number of articles
my eyes skim before a name is called
any name.

I am no patient.
I am not patient.
I cannot learn patience.

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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25 Responses to Patience

  1. Rhonda says:

    Are you at a Doctor’s office SFAM? You okay? Leave it to you though…no one, and I mean NO ONE does the mundane to poetry and hidden meanings like you do. Such a gift. πŸ™‚

  2. K. A. Brace says:

    Beautiful Susan. >KB

  3. Thanks, KB! Things to do in the doctor’s office while waiting for your son…

  4. gotta love a doctor with gun magazines

  5. Alice Keys says:

    This is great, Susan.

    “Parenting With Guns” is my favorite monthly. It’s right up there with “Bathtubs of Meth for Your Baby”. Reality is astonishingly like fiction.

    • OMG, I want to read the meth book πŸ˜‰

      It was right under the mag with the main article being caring for special needs kids, so I guess when all else fails…

      Creepy juxtaposition.

  6. unfetteredbs says:

    The visions of a true poet. Captured perfectly. Great play on words SusAn

  7. Trent Lewin says:

    I hate it when you go away for long periods of time. But I love it when you come back.

  8. jmgoyder says:

    OMG this is so wonderfully incongruous but stlll congruent – I can feel a hug – you, me and that incorrigible Rhonda. Hugs to you Susan.

  9. Only you can write a perfect poem in a doc’s office. πŸ™‚ I hate waiting too, for anything at all πŸ™‚

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