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Patience

September 27, 2021

Patience

By Amba Gale

Hello, Great Blue!

You, who walk so stealthily,
so faithfully,
so gracefully,
so quietly,
on your long, lanky, legs,

looking, waiting for
your first, tasty
morsel from the sea,
yellowing sea.

Good morning, Great Blue,
Long Necked Warrior
of the Morning birds,
you, who work so attentively
alertly,
keen for your morning fish.
looking outwards toward the rising, brightening, sun.

Do you watch
for the sun to rise?
Are you single pointedly
moving towards the exact place
where the fish meet your beak?

This is the way
I want to awaken each day,
saying hello to the wild
world before me,
immersing myself in its splendor.

Witnessing you,
in your patience:
this is how I learn
to be patient myself.

My I be so patient as you
who wait for that
which is yours
to come to you
of its own accord.

Surprise!

I don’t need to control anything!

Are you making yourself
ready
for the delivery
from the oncoming sea?

Am I?

 

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