In Due Time

The doves wait patiently
for the sheep to finish
their morning feeding of sweet-mix,
counting on there being some missed.

I wait impatiently
for wisdom or inspiration or usefulness
to flow from my pen,
counting on there being some intended for me.

Night follows day,
the grasses grow,
and patience has nothing to do with any of it.
Everything occurs in due time,
in the present and proper moment.