Patience

A handwritten poem about patience.

Patience

Things change, 
things crystallize
what once was disbelieved
is now before our eyes
dreams and the right triumphs
seldom are wishes heard,
and least yet understood
though the genie looks at them granted

man makes visible what is not
what cannot be seen unmakes man
and if in paradise,
wait for nightfall and sunset,
all heavens have shadows, 
all hells a faraway and distant, cold star

what reads in firelight,
will read differently at noon
we know more than we let on
and windows and photographs lie about temperature