Slow Motion Moving (Poem)

Yellow light, red light, green light -

Go.

Pedal to the metal but

It's traffic-jam slow.

One second, two seconds, three seconds -

Gone.

Time is wasting,

Lost-time chasing,

A minute is a minute too long.

A look to your left and a look to your right -

Lost cause.

Stuck in the lines,

Chills on your spine,

Filled with unease,

Feels like ninety degrees...

Freeze.

The ceased ticking of the clock,

The suspended swooping hawk,

The pedestrian caught in the middle of the crosswalk;

A still-frame shot of the world around you -

Stopped.

In like the aroma of coffee and out like a gentle breeze -

Breathe.

See all that you can see.

Just be.

Feel your heart beating beneath your skin.

Like a wide-eyed child in the backseat at night,

Peering out the car window at the dazzling avenue city lights -

Take it all in.

Nothing to do and nowhere to be -

Free.

The acoustics of stillness fill the air,

Not even a buzz of a bee or the swaying of a tree.

Oh, how sweet the sound of peaceful tranquility;

No urgency.

Days get busy and nights get long,

Traffic gets heavy,

"Am I there yet, already?"

And time passes like miles on the highway -

A rearview mirror kind of gone.

Let us fill our days with moments of joy -

Not scorn.

In our most scurried moments,

Let us remember the feeling of slow motion moving -

Like a sleep in, coffee-shop, long drive kind of

Saturday morn.

Yellow light, red light, green light -

Go.

How incredible it can be to appreciate the passing time,

Just moving through life enjoying nature's show -

Slow.