Welcoming patience
I’m often so anxious for the things I long for
to be here, now
For the un-straightened feelings of the past to be done
and over
and wrapped up neatly
My desire to dash ahead,
into the newness,
to devour whatever awaits
hurry
outweighs steeping in the wisdom nourishing my soul from yesterday,
last year,
four years ago
My father’s voice, lingering,
“Make sure that you are running towards something with great love, instead of running away from something just to get it out of your life.”