Sunday, January 13, 2008

afterthought

how much of myself
did i leave behind
in the movement
fast forward
before the call,
before a thought?
patience is a virtue
recognized in hindsight

2 comments:

Frances said...

It's like I struck a tuning fork and it is vibrating in my hand.
Always a pleasure visiting.

Sandy Carlson said...

Oh, I know the feeling and I have asked the question. Thanks for this poem. God bless.