Grasping

Sometimes from good intentions
Sometimes from unthinking
At the attachment to a certain unfolding

The Wait
Is so hard

Grasping
For forgetting that out of control
For knowing to but not letting go

The Wait
Is so hard

Grasping
The picture seen of what would be exactly right
The actions if only they were just taken
That just don’t turn out that way

The Wait
Is so hard

Grasping
In this world of other
Must be surrendered to the actuality of other and the world as is

To Breathe
Instead of To Grasp
To seek self, and with integrity, to be just that

The Wait
Is so hard