No Waste

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Flights delay; schedules must be rearranged.
Pause in the park; there is nothing else nearby;
though sickness and tiredness lag our legs
and this message must be read, that query returned.
All the dead time of the week, all these fragmented moments –
purpose evades when we have no control.
Yet moments ripple when we detour through trees
to watch Creator’s joy in the brilliant green
of a duck’s hidden wing.