Microwave (Italian Sonnet)

I stop the microwave at one second––
partly so I can stop the nagging beep
during the night when the house is asleep––
but that one last second is a burden.
I won’t wait for it––I rush to open
the door. I close my patience when the speed
of others lacks that same frugality,
agility so carefully fashioned.
One less second at night is a good thing,
but maybe I can add a few more back
in waking hours when I have some to spare.
There are other kinds of agility;
frugality isn’t always the lack
but the priority set for your cares.


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Rest a Little Longer

When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slaughtered because of the word of God and the testimony they had given.They cried out with a loud voice: “Lord, the one who is holy and true, how long until you judge those who live on the earth and avenge our blood?” So they were each given a white robe, and they were told to rest a little while longer until the number would be completed of their fellow servants and their brothers and sisters, who were going to be killed just as they had been.

Revelation 6:9-11 CSB

See this article from Anglican Ink.