Waiting

Let us wait.
For haste is not a virtue
And I am content to sit
Drinking the moment in
From a tall glass
With the past hanging on my mind

Perfectly in place
Like an old painting
Gathering with dust
Slipping into familiarity
Forgotten but still
Proudly hung and framed

Let us paint
Another pretty picture for the wall
Top our glasses up and
Let us wait.