Grocery Getting

pile of fresh durian fruits in market

the woman behind me twitches, fidgets, embodies


I hold the power to hold her up,

aggravate her senses, perhaps cause an explosion

which would be intense

instead, I give way, fall back, let her pass

and watch her whole body relax

as she gains a fraction,

a buffer

and I remember how often God has done

that for me, hold back, let me pass,

find what I need catch my breath, thanks to his patience

a poem about the way our daily tasks can act to form us, into God’s perfect image – from my new book Quiet Waters

Published by Dayna E. Mazzuca

Contemplative Christian Poet, Author & Speaker

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