Sitting
in this
pit,
so long,
blinded-
by glory,
senses work-
ing, over-
time. How
far, will
you let
me go,
before
this madness,
of waiting,
consumes
me?
Tag Archive: Impatience
fields, freshly
plowed, seedlings
teeming, sunlight
streaming, storms
sweeping, nurturing-
shamrock shoot,
sprouting, aching
to touch,
the
sun.