Look away from the relentless clock.
Change is not always something seen.
Give me the patience of water over rock.
Tense already, as I wake with a shock--
Am I running too rich or too lean?
Look away from the cruel, mocking clock.
How to carve myself out of this stifling block?
Michelangelo's angel was there, unseen.
Give me the patience of water over rock.
What will summon inspiration's knock?
I climb a green hill to see where I've been,
and turn away from the indifferent clock.
In a small boat freed from the dock,
I think of waves, and lulls in between.
Give me the patience of water over rock.
Soon, words become keys to the locks:
my habits, faults, allegiance to routine,
tied to the unfeeling, cold clock.
Give me the patience of water shaping rock.
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