You have to imaginea waiting that is not impatientbecause it is timeless.

Children’s SongWe live in our own world,A world that is too smallFor you to stoop and enterEven on hands and knees,The adult subterfuge.And though you probe and pryWith analytic eye,And eavesdrop all our talkWith an...

Seated at table – no need for the fracture of the room’s silence; noiselessly they conversed.