An Absolute Patience

I certainly do not have an absolute patience, though these months of slowness and isolation have had their fogging effect on my brain. Anyway, here is a beautiful poem by Denise Levertov: An Absolute Patience “An absolutepatience.Trees standup to their knees infog. The fogslowly flowsuphill.Whitecobwebs, the grassleaning where deerhave looked for apples.The woodsfrom brook to