Slow Me Down

Desperately ran for the shower at something like snail's pace, refusing to speak any known language at audible volumes. Continued to ponder life's list of needs exactly where I left them, in yesterday's shower. Took twice as long as it should to dress at 6am in the fricken' morning. Can't even imagine what this would be like to dress a few kids every day before school, driving to work wondering if they'll miss me and loving to learn something new simultaneously. Maybe I can imagine what that would be like. Yes, I can imagine what that would be like.



I hope every moment that I find some time for peace and quiet.

I hope every moment that I find some time to love this rhythmed dance,

but then I hear that I've lost track of my flying thoughts in seconds.

I want a slice of pizza, I want to pet a kitten, I want to walk and smell daisies.

I want to climb trees, find waterfalls, make crayons and colors to paint with.

So I sit...and do none of these things, just to slow me down.



I drink far too much coffee for the human body waiting for school to get out in Northshore, and my fingers hurt from weaving hand made coasters from colored cotton loops with kindergartners. They are such champions dressed to the nines in neon stripes, flowers and race cars. One day they'll grow up and hate monkey bars give their hands blisters from the weight of their bodies. They'll drink far too much coffee for the human body, and wonder why at age six they couldn't imagine what it'd taste like. No, they just didn't imagine. They imagined everything lovely rather than coffee.



I hope every moment that I find some time for peace and quiet.

I hope every moment that I find some time to love this rhythmed dance,

but then I hear that I've lost track of my flying thoughts in minutes.

I want a slice of youth, I want to hug that barista, I need to make a mustache.

I want to paint toenails, and alter a skirt, make sun glasses with Popsicle sticks.

So I sit...and do none of these things, just to slow me down.



I fall asleep to television episodes on DVDs, wishing with everything in me that my friends and I could mirror such banter and wit. I forget to flip off my space heater's switch. Maybe one day sleeping with sweat will prompt dreams of lizards and rain forests, but I just smile instead at my skill to think positively. Some days it's harder than others, but I love the best days that follow the bad ones. I don't get how people get grumpy, that's why there is coffee...so feed the addiction! Or have a glass of red wine. I guess I'm not sleeping, but measuring the distance from my nose to the ceiling.



I hope every moment that I find some time for peace and quiet.

I know every moment that I'll find some time to live this rhythmed dance,

but then I hear that I've lost track of my flying thoughts for hours.

I want to sleep thoughtless, I need jeans to fit, I think leg hair needs freedom.

I want to paint fish, and have a dalmatian, make chandeliers with branches and bottles.

So I lay...and do none of these things, just to slow me down.



I promise, it's almost impossible.