People ask me what I do all day.
I sit quietly, and I weep, is my reply.
So sad, they guess.
Yes – a bit of that. But mostly I am still, to think of things that move me.
And when I’ve moved myself to tears I know, I’ve rubbed up against some truth.
You have so much potential, they say.
I say, and patience too.
For me, you see, the yet is best to come.