no hurry, breathe

nothing changes
quickly.
how our impatience grows.
life
is
truly
the growth
of grass, the drying
of paint,
the nails and
hair of us proceeding.

the sadness from years
gone by,
they fade
then come back.
there is
the line that won't
move.
the sun
coming out
from a cloud.

boiling water.

the long shadows
of a full moon at last.

everything at its
own pace,
no rush, no hurry.
why can't we be like that.