Toleration is often
exalted as a virtue.
I am not so sure.
I know I do not yearn to be ‘tolerated’.
Did the father barely tolerate the prodigal?
Does the father merely tolerate us all?
I tolerate, without much thought,
the motorway at dawn,
stale air in city streets,
siren and motor horn.
I tolerate an icy wind,
I tolerate the daily grind.
I tolerate the miscellany
of pulsating humankind
Do I tolerate my brothers and my sisters?
I know I do not long to be tolerated.
I long to be