Patience is a virtue; patience is the virtue
that sends us on our way, in the right way,
a way that proves time always stands still in moments.
One city scape after another I have seen:
Worcester, Boston, DC, and soon LA.
What is to say to sparkling lights that remain,
patient in their hidings: they are lonely
despite their shine.
Windows give shape to souls that are closed,
trapped in unmoving time that makes no room
for peace, only strands of self righteousness
for their lack of a self; so be patient, darling.
December 12, 2013