the patience of ordinary things

it is a pretty self explanitory piece describing ordinary things and their patience that is over looked.

ISN’T IT PATIENT HOW AN EAR WAITS FOR A SOUND, AS A NOSE WAITS FOR SMELL, AS AN EYE WAITS FOR LIGHT OR A TONGUE FOR TASTE.

HOW PATIENT IS A BED WAITING FOR A SLEEPER OR A CHAIR WAITING FOR A SITTER, WHEN THEY ARE IN FACT SLEEPING AND SITTING THEMSELVES.

HOW PATIENT IS A TOOTHBRUSH WAITING FOR ITS PASTE, LIKE A SOCKET WAITING FOR ITS PLUG, AS EACH KNOWS NEITHER CAN WORK WITHOUT  ITS PARTNER.

HOW PATIENT IS THE DARK ROOM THAT STANDS ALONE, WAITING FOR COMPANY, WHETHER IT BE LIGHT, OR A PERSON JUST AS LONELY OR SAD LOOKING FOR COMFORT IN THE HUG OF AN EMPTY ROOM.

HOW PATIENT IS THE SLIPPER, WAITING FOR ITS VISITOR, KNOWING IT IS APPRECIATED AT THE END OF A LONG AND TIRING DAY.

HOW PATIENT IS THE TAP, THE MESSENGER BETWEEN THE KETTLE AND WATER, HOW PATIENT, THE TEA BAG, WAITING TO CREATE SUCH SIMPLE JOY, BUT FOR NOW, IS PATIENT IN THE CUP.

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