Arrival; No. 2

 Arrival

Now that I have slowed down 

To a pace where I can see

The blades of grass and folds

In the clouds,

Where I notice my breath

And hear the voice of my 

Childhood in my head,

I cannot keep up with the

Magnitude of things I was

Dragging along before;

This weight is much too

Heavy for my arms to

Carry and

I feel quite lost in this

Maze I have created all

For myself.

Was this the arrival I

Have been begging my

Clock for?

The becoming of silence; now

Here I am and the 

Silence is deafening.

No. 2

Here you sit,

Your hands making melodies on

This larger-than-life instrument

And here I sit,

Wishing I had never worried

About this never-ending to-do

List within my grasp,

Because I dared forget that 

This time with you is 

Precious,

And I am swimming in 

Moments that I may never

Recreate.