moss underfoot
neck of the toes craning the boots
Explicative!
slowly reaching
slowly sinking
in spirits and breath
Down, down, down
Here I am
in the slow lane
viewing the" mundane"
in crisp and sharp lights
Life in the slow lane
Sparkles from the glass shards
shed in haste
Dances with the sun's gaze on
the water dripping from the faucet
in its own pace
Maybe the "to do" lists will be not the same
Maybe the lists cease to exist
Life in the slow lane
More to see
More to hear
More to be present within and without
As I my body heals and I " rise to the occasion"
my soul will remember
With grateful heart I return to stillness, even
in its temporary hurt, in this temporary stillness that
grows deeper and fuller than I could imagine
