It’s going too fast. I need to breath.
It skips like a springbok. It doesn’t wait.
My heart. My thoughts. Actions.
It goes too quickly.
There are moments where it looks
Towards sights of young couples
Walking with their first child.
His tiny hands are gripping
Gleefully to their big thumbs.
The child totters forward, safe in
Their grasp. Their love.
Then it speeds like a skinny man
Hunting for care.
I will catch it.
I already feel its
Propulsion easing towards a
Gentle. Slow. Stop.
This is my moment to inhale.
This is my time to slow down.