Patience, by Barbara E. Hunt


loiters on the beach, its beak tucked

watchful as grandfather, boys

cascade their lines in frothing brine


old teaching young to use

weight and tension to advantage

while patience prays


a catch into red buckets

edging ever closer as boys elbow

rods and sleeves together


gathering salt-baked sightlines;

while shifting focus to the bigger picture

patience holds firm to those sand dunes


big wings braided back;

its maw clamped in determination


Would you like to read more of Barbara’s poetry? You can check it out here! 


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