Time races by

Like a child

Run amok


Splashing at puddles

Wishing for luck


I anticipate

Cells slowing

As they will


Urgency and dread builds

Then dissipates


I search for breath and breadth

To fill me


With presence and peace


Not so pressingly



As I am slowed

And then I weep


With joy


For the deep

Anxious pleasures



BECCA LAVIN is a massage therapist. She is a somewhat mature human consumed with childish glee when surrounded by the arts—visual, tactile, messy, human arts. She is a lover of the written word, the spoken word, the sung word, and small visual delights brought into focus or, purposefully, out. 

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