“Your wait time is approximately 30 minutes…”
But the music is pleasant enough;
some piano riffs in the background
as I move about the house.
Thirty minutes grows like the puddle
left from a leaking pipe.
I wonder–do I have time for this right now?
Is the wait truly worth it?
It comes to me that I’ve misjudged forever,
timing my days by my own clock,
limiting the space with earth-bound ideas.
What is 30 minutes in an eon?
a nano-blink on the radar,
a sight gone missing in
the grand scheme of things.
no, thirty minutes is NOT forever–
we were made for much, much more.
Sharing with the folks over at dVerse Pub for Open Link night….