Time's running slow
Day is unwinding languid
My pupils dilate
As I look up at a fuzzy sun
Like I am in love
But I am not
I go on numerous aimless walks
Not that I rank them
But each more aimless
Than its precedent
I lose count
Pause and forget to return
I witness roads passing by
Trees standing still for decades,
In the lull of the forest
Each bough, murmuring a story of its own
Morning fresh dew on blades of grass
So fresh, you'd wanna eat them
And tiny little yellow flowers
With petals, needle-like, like God put 'em there
Bees buzzing all day long
Quiet siestas
On rainy verandahs
Cozy under shawls that feel a bit too small, always
My afternoon sprawls along
I wait for dusk, but not rush
Then the dust settles and
We go into the night
Look at clouds on cresent moon skies
Inhale the breeze that convalesces
And exhale lifelong asphyxia
Here's the time you never had
You have it now
There be no buses to miss
No voids to fill, noone to catch up with
Everything that is, is here, now
My mind's at rest
And my heart is full