by Angela Hoffman
Patience is hard when you’re nearing the end of the string the kite barely hovering above the ground knowing if it doesn’t catch the wind soon, it will settle once again. My attempts have all exhausted me. Have I given too much or too little slack run in the wrong direction at the wrong time missed my chance? I stop, lean into the sensations, with stubborn commitment wait for the pull, the catch of the wind. There will be no holding back.
Angela Hoffman lives in Wisconsin. Her poetry has appeared in Solitary Plover, Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets Museletter and calendar, Agape Review, Verse-Virtual, Visual Verse, and Your Daily Poem.com. Her first chapbook (Resurrection Lily, Kelsay Books) is scheduled for release in 2022. She committed to writing a poem a day during the pandemic. Spirituality and nature often inspire her poetry.