Patience

On what was already happening

There is something in me
that already knows.

Every day I get up
I sit down
I walk outside
I come back.

I can't find what it is
that has me returning
to that same 7 minutes and 14 seconds,
over and over again.

One month goes by.
Uneasiness stirs in my stomach.
One turns into three.

Something dark
sinks back to where it belongs.

And suddenly you can see.

Even as your hands still shake.

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