Patience

When I hear you say, “have patience,” I want to tell you about the wheel and the mule - when both stop, both die a little. Then there are the sailing boat sails when the wind stops. Then there are marbles when thrown they are lively, kept in a jar – not so much. Patience is some kind of virtue that religious people rage about on Sundays. I have noticed that they thump that biblical text like they have zero patience. I want passion, the way a bad steak needs ‘A1’ or brown sauce. Handles are also made so folks like me can occasionally fly off them. When the world began not one molecule of life had one bit of patience, and we are still figuring out ways to press that accelerator harder.