The world asks me to be patient.
Every finish line I’ve drawn
gets erased by the wind
and the path goes on, slows on.
I try to measure a life in minutes
and the world shows me the rings of a tree.
I must hurry, I think, and the day gives me
sunshine so warm that my thoughts
turn to honey, the watch
on my wrist starts to laugh.
On some immense scale,
just one moment can balance against
a whole lifetime.
And next, says the world, can you lose
the idea of patience? Can you live
at the speed of now?