This pace: is it slow?
Or is it normal? How can
I tell? Fifth gear, locked
There is space today
To think, construct, make a list
Six things, cross them off
The birdsong woke me
At five-thirty; I stayed up
A full day: awake
Some days are harder
–harder than they need to be
Days string together
But some days are soft
Or not soft, but normal. Is
it normal? This pace?
I hope so.
With Love,
Natalie