Wait

by CK

Which way to go? I don’t know.

I suppose I should wait, but, oh, how

I hate to go slow:

Now? Now -- Now… Now!

I used to contemplate late and leap first,

and make decisions and revisions

which a minute will reverse.

– no more! I have learned to    

stay up late and debate.

I have learned to ask 
and knock and seek:

to give it a day or two or week.

Decisions! Who knows if I am right?

–if this will be wise in the morning light,

in the dark of sleepless nights,

and in the years and years to come?

I fight and struggle, struggle and writhe

in my bed

with these questioners in my head.

Peace of mind I cannot find; I cannot

forge ahead.

There is such untidiness; there’s no

oracle at Delphi.

There’s just my mind, my Maker, and me,

and this decision.

and the years unfolding like the pages

of a book I cannot read,

with the weight of consequences,

like unpaid wages; consequences I can’t see.

Impetuous self! Sit still!

Wait for the cloud and pillar of fire  

to move your will.

Wait! – for peace of mind,

wait and take your time.

Wait! – and you will find

some direction and some rhyme

and reason.