Just show up, day after day

I make the daily half hour offering:
tender in silence, with all due reverence,
here at the altar of long suffering.

Not pleading exactly, more like praying
how long Oh Muse, how long? Nevertheless
I make the daily half hour offering

after twenty plus years, still aspiring,
with all due humility, for success.
Here at the altar of long suffering.

I repeat the mantra again, yearning
to become a published poetess:
“I make the daily half hour offering.”

Without a result, nothing forthcoming
I doubt its power, its effectiveness,
here at the altar of long suffering.

Then eureka! I should have been writing
as well, when together with my presence
I make the daily half hour offering
here at the altar of long suffering.

May 2009