Why wait?

Sometimes we are made to wait. Things are so fast now that to wait is alien and rather disorienting. Surely we should be doing something, making something happen. To wait is to appear impotent and unimportant. So what can be the purpose of waiting. What is there in the wait. There is obviously an abundance of time, stretching out into the distance, there is space and then there are the demons. The demons that prey on the waiting few. Perhaps it is these demons that make waiting so difficult. After all it can't be all that time and space. We want that so much when we are busy, so it can only be the demons. The demons are quietened when we are busy they live somewhere else in someone else's mind, on someone else's shoulder. When the demons are believable they speak of penury and friendlessness and pointlessness. When they are beyond this point they whisper in the shadows things you can't understand from far away lands. They whisper devoid of usual language. So is the waiting all about seeing? What and see? See what? See when? Wait for the birds to come from another distant shore and tell you it's time, the tide is turning it's time to swim again, to be on the move, the wait is over and now you see.