Patience

you practice patience
long winded and ancient
layered folded skin
dischevealed but leveled
we come home grown
from the rogue’s island
where they grow marbled concord grapes
sneaking into sanctuaries
downing tiny sacraments
playing pass with bean bags
lost above the entrance doors
we used to play hide and seek
in the baptismal pool
and now they’re part of these
stain glass windows
multicolored emblazoned
memorialized memory
both saints and sinners sit together
while the dust mites crowd our shoulders
we fan our faces while sweat drips
an aversion to any fateful meeting
what did they expect to see?
a reed shaken by the wind?
sign away permission
take away my heavy gait
don’t tell me I’m too late
promise me that everything will be fine

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