It May Not Be Convenient Poem by Julia Fehrenbacher

It May Not Be Convenient



to take the detour, the
I-don't-know-where-I'm-going
wandering way. To stand 

a little longer

in sun-soaked arms 

even if they 

have to wait.

It may not be convenient
to press pause on a life
going wildly too fast—to go back
if you've taken too
many steps forward, to drink
a cold glass of water slowly—
just because.

Don't let them hurry you. It is your pace you must find.

It's okay if you're late
because you need
to scribble down a few more
words, sing hallelujah
with the seabirds, hold her hand
just a little bit longer.

Let them wait.

Maybe today is the day
you'll light the candle, open
the good bottle of wine
write love letters in the sand
even though the tide will come
and wash them away.

Maybe today is the day
you'll see
that life
is conveniently right here.

It May Not Be Convenient
Monday, August 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: empowerment,life,present
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dale Heger 25 January 2019

We are people of convenience.

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