that which has been grown from seed
cultivated in a light (and rain) pattern
demands satisfaction with a glove-thrown
immediacy: spill forth toward repetition demands
a flood in a rainy season
slowing down is a dam, damned stoppage
stipulations from a higher sense
new valuations, without time-worn grooves
trains without tracks destroying the roads
the sense of freedom did not include
a sensation for patience: when a notion occurs
new or old
immediacy is demanded by the forces within
can a habit of patience be created?
it appears more as an accident of the stuck
quicksand box built around the slow
but then i don't respect time
as a key paternal pattern
a rebellious child of the clock
in a fractious adulthood
outside of traditions of watches
bell towers covered in cotton
suppressing the songs on the hour
a quiet rebellion, unwristed
wresting the tempo from seconds
Roman Ryan 