Patience Is…

From where
the currents form
that first breath,
first cry,
suckling,
coo.

From where
begins tenuous longings,
begat by sudden voltage,
cranial hostage without voice,
not knowing,
not yet equipped,
only growing synaptic wanderings.

From where
comes liberation,
sentient pleads exploding,
expression finally knowing its needs.

Time.

We wonder.
We challenge.
We...

From where
does creative experience derive its understanding,
that place wisdom becomes the new voice,
where the stranger’s "Hi"
opens expansive trust,
makes attachment moot,
relies not on expectation,
simply allows the now of then.

Patience is…