Before jumping, remember the span of time is long and gracious. No one perches dangerously on any cliff till you reply. Is there a pouch of rain desperately thirsty people wait to drink from when you say yes or no? I don’t think so. Hold that thought. Hold everything. When they say “crucial”—well, maybe for them? Hold your horses and your minutes and your Hong Kong dollar coins in your pocket, you are not a corner or a critical turning page. Wait. I’ll think about it. This pressure you share is a misplaced hinge, a fantasy. I am exactly where I wanted to be. Copyright © 2015 by Naomi Shihab Nye. Used with permission of the author. |
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