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 religious,
mature virtue that religious and mature people
rage about on Sundays.
I have noticed that they thump that biblical text
like they have zero patience.
Maybe it’s just me,
but I want passion, the way
a bad steak needs ‘A1’ 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.
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