They say:
“Wait for the sun
It comes from the East
Wait for the moon
It travels a million miles
Wait for the rain
It pursues the Earth
Wait for the blast
That will shatter all might.”
So I waited
Still, I wait
I wait for my gold
So I waited
Still, I wait
I wait for my turn
I wait ...
Until today
Note:
I have battled impatience for nearly my entire life. When I wrote this poem, I was nearly at a breaking point. I felt like taking charge of life, seizing the day to reward my anticipation.
But there’s truth in the wise words of others, and nothing more than nature can humble us with the certainties of time and seasons. And our longing for personal fulfillment—whether recognition or opportunity—is subject to other forces, too.
Yet, even the best among us can lose their patience to seize the day and command their destinies.