We are cautioned

warned from early ages

that time is the answer

it heals the wounds

ends all wild destruction

refines our suffering into high art

brings karma at some nebulous end

the waiting is a discipline

filled with breath and clarity

taming the heart and mind

which seek movement and trajectory

waiting is where we find ourselves

on a line

in sterile, antiseptic rooms

in the silence of our sleeplessness:

waiting – Caroline A. Slee