i'd rather

taming a wild cat

has never been this difficult.

i've chased it down

a thousand miles and back,

but sometimes,

i'd rather wait.

impatience has long lived its virtue

and it couldn't matter less

what faulty lines i've had to cross,

because it's a wild thing, 

i've noted.

and a wild thing does,

what a wild thing will.

it's taken a while to realize, 

granted,

but the reminiscences

that have long left their trails behind,

are ones of fields that coaxed infinitely tall grasses

and the obstinate lovers

that basked in the bareness of such

honeysuckle-phased earth.