Waiting shapes the return,
Circling
The path and the walker,
Arriving again.
A Worry Doll says;
You want to build the temple
Right here, right now.
Why not waiting?
The light hasn’t changed
Its speed,
Waiting has not wasted
In the same orbit.
The Worry Doll is set on the sill
Facing the same light—
Love doesn’t ask for permission,
Only a warm place to return.
Ring of Fire 