Restless 1978

Whatever broods inside
Let it brood
Let it build

Whatever broods within
What a hatch I nurture

Restless waiting
Restless patience

Little things I chop away at while I wait
No more to be done here
But to let it brood and convolute

With what patience I can find
I busy myself

But the eyes of my longings
Dart constantly to the brood
And the treasure