Patience

Patience

Where there is destruction
There is progress;
Painful change.
And sometimes
Something beautiful
Emerges.
It’s the sitting still
Puzzling over the why
That can be the most
Devastating
To my mind.

The ants are eating the rotten boards of my porch
But the old rose bush I cut back
Is full of new buds.

Coffee and poetry and watching bugs
And waiting on
Whatever’s next.

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