#Read a #poem #Friday
Next Time Ask More QuestionsNaomi Shihab Nye, 1952Before jumping, remember
the span of time is long and gracious.No one perches dangerously on any cliff
till you reply. Is there a pouch of raindesperately thirsty people wait to drink from
when you say yes or no? I don’t think so.Hold that thought. Hold everything.
When they say “crucial”—well, maybe for them?Hold your horses and your minutes and
your Hong Kong dollar coins in your pocket,you are not a corner or a critical turning page.
Wait. I’ll think about it.This pressure you share is a misplaced hinge, a fantasy.
I am exactly where I wanted to be.
the span of time is long and gracious.No one perches dangerously on any cliff
till you reply. Is there a pouch of raindesperately thirsty people wait to drink from
when you say yes or no? I don’t think so.Hold that thought. Hold everything.
When they say “crucial”—well, maybe for them?Hold your horses and your minutes and
your Hong Kong dollar coins in your pocket,you are not a corner or a critical turning page.
Wait. I’ll think about it.This pressure you share is a misplaced hinge, a fantasy.
I am exactly where I wanted to be.
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