Slow| A Short Poem

A bare foot on a snow day

I want to feel this life I was given

Rain washing me away

I don’t run

I stand still as I see it coming

I see them run

Rushing to avoid life

Hurrying to graves too expensive to buy

Burn me!

When did digging in dirt become a luxury?

Or carry me into the ocean

Set me free!

I will remember rain drops on my face

Cold snow days

Earth I touched — Earth that touched me

Please friends

Slow your journey

And don’t be in a rush to hurry

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Simple Things

The vines gave way

As if they were welcoming me

And the trees danced with glee

The vibrations of the ground synchronized with my own

And I knew then

I was finally home

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Fairies

They led me behind a broken barn

They showed me all the things they have done

Creatures that looked like smoke

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