Patience.

Patience is like

when you go to a show

and the band you're there for 

is playing third or last,

and every sound check lasts

a quarter of your life,

and there are groups of young girls

talking so loud right next to you

and you still have to find something

beautiful in the experience

while you wait.

Like the red lighting tinging the outline

of a singer's beard,

like the way the floor shakes under you

so you don't even have to dance,

like a strobe light

flashing in your eyes,

like watching someone create something

right in front of you,

and thinking about your own status

as a created thing.

And then,

as if a reward for your patient waiting,

the group you're there to see comes on,

and your heart swells wide as the open sky,

and the room fills up

from floor to ceiling

with love.

Chrisanne told me to take a picture,

and I realized I'm the worst photographer.