SLOW DOWN
Nature is not in a hurry,
a rock that stood its ground
a hundred years ago
has finally washed up on shore
as a handful of sand.
The footprint walking upright
started the race a million years ago,
had Darwin sweeping and clearing
the ground before it.
If there be an ear to listen,
whisper into it..
..slow down.
Remember the turtle,
stirred to motion,
moving like honey.
Swift belongs to hummingbirds,
and serpent's darting tongues,
words that stir a rage
to hasten the end of days.
The rise and fall of angel's wings
hardly stir the breeze.
Eternity moves slowly
when beginning
and end
are one and the same.
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