The Patient Wait

The Poem

The patient wait after they ask and ne'er equate waiting with requests

But here I assume instead of ask; you intend only the best— so to the task and then to rest.

I give you here:

A poem shaped like a cairn 16 stones high; a landmark for imagined stories that fresh trails therein lie

Rose petal tea— steams up glasses; Wipe them clean to watch the rain massage the soil; stare lightning into the clouds and the sparks tickle the earth. there was laughter on and on until there was only the quiet from the storm.

Commentary

I don't really recall whom I wrote this for or what was on their profile at all. Reading back on it, I'm not the biggest fan of it, but I guess I had fun at the time.

Oh, and this poem is part of a series that I explain here.