
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