For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #136
And Poets United: Poetry Pantry #177
In Regards To This Waiting
Sometimes wonder if I’m just an old habit.
A cycle she occasionally taps to fill up some gap,
perhaps lessen her personal suffering.
There are some who would consider
my patience a virtue. Others that are sure
it will be my undoing, maybe even worse.
Still more who wish I had made other choices.
However, in these voiceless spaces between our now
and then connections, I create poems.
Tell myself I’m gathering all these words
to fill a book, saving them for some unknown
posterity, who might even read them.
Elizabeth Crawford 11/24/13