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Time has slowed,
stopped flowing
like sand or water or air
between my fingers.
The clock's ticks were
a blur.
Now I feel space
between each beat.
Between each beat
I reach
and catch the coins,
make a stack of riches:
moon's tug
eyes' blinks
Christmas cactus' bloom
heart's thumps
pencil's scratches
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2011
I love this :)
ReplyDeleteI like the part at the beginning where 'time has slowed' . So often as it runs through my fingers as you wrote, I want to say 'stop, stop'! And your ending, offering pieces that slow us-lovely.
ReplyDeleteWow! This is beautiful! Reminds me to slow down, stop peeling potatoes and fussing at teenagers!
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