Waiting

Patience could be life's greatest lesson
because there is always so much waiting
it is tempting to think
what we call life
is a ritual of repetitions
to which we attach a Meaning
that is its orbital period, a prime number
refusing to meet Time at its cadences,
as if this very tension
is the very consciousness
that created the experience which is the human life;
this consciousness,
spinning itself into a restless energy
clenched in hands afraid to open
knowing that should ever its spin connect with Time
Time would pull it into itself
And at that fearful angular velocity
of one Second per Second -
one Eternity per Eternity -
Time would not exist; neither would
this consciousness
that would choose to learn patience
between distractions in its unstable spin
and call it waiting.