Limitless Patience

If I had limitless patience
would that make me a doormat?
would my child feel less stressed?
would I have more laugh lines and less worry lines?

Would I not notice
the position of the sun
as the summer day wound its way
around my never-ending to-do list?

If every set back
was nestled in my limitless
patience
would I lean into the challenges differently?
Would I find joy in the pain
of healing?

If I had limitless patience,
what kind of dreams
would be under my fingertips?
Would the air feel softer
would water be sweeter?

If I had limitless patience
would I know the difference
between the immutable and the dynamic
and would I magically have
the strength
to leave when I should’ve?

Would time seem like a day, an hour, a year, a flower, a lifetime
a garden?
Would life be softer and sweeter or
would I simply learn to savor
bitterness
relish a spicy tang
and everything in between?

If I had limitless patience, would
I
freeze
in time
patiently waiting
for something
that will
never happen
OR would I be waiting
for
something that only happens
once in a lifetime?

Wrong Way.

I’ve gotten on the train
in the wrong direction

her
on the platform
waiting

with a heavy sigh
impatient tapping toe

wait, wait,
no.

she has a bouquet
welcoming

each station passes
the further I go
the wrong direction

passing bouquets
she waits
but I’ve got

such a long way
to go