patience patience patience
nothing or few things
are as patient as nature waits
in multiple forms disguises predator prey games
thrill chill in life death dramas played out in seconds
in heart beat seconds every moment of all life death days
spanning the globe consistencies
rule this entire world all moments
in cold light early morn or falling darkening light traps
even puddles wait mundane as potential ambushes
careless cyclists
ride into winter possibly summer perils
puddles strike or cars
rush upon prey splashing victim cyclists
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lots of visual images here. Nature a law unto itself spares no living thing comes to mind and as your poem reminds me it is only a matter of time. Almost a sinister scary feeling of nature lying in wait to deal to us....10