The discipline you bring to your life’s details
The constant activity of getting results
Does the relative sloth of the rest of us get to you?
Patience is not your virtue,
At least, not anymore.
Did you use it all up having to lay in wait?
Did walking in the heat and danger
Every sense on alert
For all those moments
More fully attuned to your surroundings
Than the rest of us will ever be
Make it impossible to come back?
©Copyright December 14, 2008 by Shelley Timberlake