Just a moment
The world happens too fast.
If I could slow everything at will,
just the wind in the branches,
sunlight catching leaves,
greens and shades of green,
the obvious is not really,
a branch bends,
another swirls,
as the wind pushes and pulls.
But the time is already past
and gone, leaving me feeling as if
I have missed almost everything.
But why should I fret?
The tree is still there
across the street,
the pale yellow building
making each leaf plain.
And the branches
haven’t begun to stop their dancing.
Perhaps the wind will settle,
but sooner will I turn away.
I only want to slow this moment,
the one that I want to keep,
and savor it until I,
in all the universe,
am satisfied.
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