wait
for that slug that crawls through life.
Steady as it goes, yet barely moving;
all the while contemplating what is to come
you
endure there and remain mute
timid of the years to come, it is true;
time stands still for no one, it is contagious
the
sun rises and falls back down
oblivious as to what goes on 'neath
the sky. This is given as a warning you
creatures
of the earth stop, look, listen.
The fields of green and stars in the night sky
keep with the rhythm of life, you must abide.
