Movement

 

I have walked away from the days

that beat like hummingbird wings-

 

and opted for life in the slow lane

to be one of those garden snails.

 

The mind like a long billed sailfish,

or a cheetah races nevertheless-

 

in the oceans, forests of words

to cup some sunup, petrichor moments.

 

Posted for my Midweek Motif ~ Movement @ Poets United