In The Waiting

I’m here in the waiting
And it’s not so bad as immediate gratification would have me think,
The bricks composed of peace,
Stack into walls
Where peace writes even here
And whispers …wait.

Peace turns the pages in a faraway planet,
Space created and me, caught up in it,
Waiting.

Who knew so much peace
Could come from waiting?

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