Slowingly

by Becca Lavin

 

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

Now

 

As I am slowed

And then I weep

 

With joy

 

For the deep

Anxious pleasures

Surrounding

Me

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.