Slow Motion
I don’t run; I walk.
The world with me slows.
A brook rambles on
And listening goes
My heart. And my hair
In the slow motion breeze
Ripples, entwines.
I tug down my sleeves
In the glimmering dusk
As the dew settles down
And the crickets come out
And the cars in the town
Drive cathartic and slow
To park where they sleep,
And the deepening silence
I gathering keep.
In the cleansing dark breezes
My drama of late
Like puddles on pavement
Can evaporate.
And the boundaries within me
Begin to align
With who I’m becoming
And what’s really mine.
In the silvering moonlight
I deep inside know:
The world turns more slowly
The slower I go.
2018
The world with me slows.
A brook rambles on
And listening goes
My heart. And my hair
In the slow motion breeze
Ripples, entwines.
I tug down my sleeves
In the glimmering dusk
As the dew settles down
And the crickets come out
And the cars in the town
Drive cathartic and slow
To park where they sleep,
And the deepening silence
I gathering keep.
In the cleansing dark breezes
My drama of late
Like puddles on pavement
Can evaporate.
And the boundaries within me
Begin to align
With who I’m becoming
And what’s really mine.
In the silvering moonlight
I deep inside know:
The world turns more slowly
The slower I go.
2018