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

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