Wait, Then Wait
Sometimes, I have to clean
the story of all I’ve added to
it, so I can look in the mirror
of our friendship and see
who I was and who I am.
Sometimes, you have to stop
trying so hard and just offer
the truth, like seed in your
palm.
Sometimes, we have to out-
wait all the words until what’s
sacred drifts between us like
a leaf that we watch, as it
blesses the ground.
