Amid the blues and the greens, I feel fidgety, impatient at the slow rate of growth.
No one ever said that change would be smooth as sailing.
Am almost tempted to wear a tie every single day, after our company HR released another memo reminding employees on proper office attire.
I’ve done enough daring the past few years, beltless that I was.
Now it’s time to come in full braid, faultless and silent.
Oh, Rimbaud, to burn in your patience.
Will I ever live to see your Splendid Cities?
I fidget too much, I complain, I scratch my head.
But I march on.
Oh, to be steady as sandstone, and build layer by layer.
Even while, as I stare at the sky, molten rock shifts the plates that I stand on.
Deliver me from this impatience. Fill my plates to the brim.
Before I smash the china on the marble.