When berating oneself
for slow progress
remind yourself
how many hours
you have put in.
Is that enough
for mastery
when comparing
the years
you have lived?
When berating oneself
for slow progress
remind yourself
how many hours
you have put in.
Is that enough
for mastery
when comparing
the years
you have lived?
love returned
is nurtured quickly
while one, one-sided,
wears the patience
thin
Southern sea ships
minus sails raise anchor
waiting for the right breeze
on circular drift
Let me
Dip
My hands
Into the well
Of your patience
And slake
Anger
At your mercy
Or else
Bridle me
Claim me
As the eye
Does the storm
The sun greets me like a lover
With a warm hand
And the soft assurance
That I am perfect in silence
In sickness and in health
It demands of me nothing but presence
And gives patience in return