Waiting

When we are faced with waiting for something or someone, often do not have patience, and I want to come faster.
And yet ... If this time comes, "dead", we do something else, eg a plan for the future, or to meditate on something nice, this 'time' is useful, and perhaps even useful, it is no longer a forfeit time.

Some years ago, I was hospitalized and I had only four days until discharge. I felt crazy, I felt dark, isolated ... I wanted to go faster there. And then that night I started to write poems. Over the next three days I copus 20 poems.
Yes, a talent discovered awaiting departure.
Here's a poem:

• The wait would have been infinitely
• I still hope I have
• And at the end of the road
• still waiting for mine.

• Knowing what is patience,
• I learned waiting,
• And I was struck by grief
• the waiting time, still stand.