I'm going somewhere slow,

But i'm getting there.

I'm taking my time

to reach what I surely know is mine.

But i'm going there slow.

 

You can't always rush things,

because with rushing comes

unease

and a lack of savoring.

Can you tell me how that last burger

you ate was?

Or can you tell me how your last dessert tasted

in detail?

No? I can.

The ice cream was so sweet and creamy,

Cold and delicious.

Tasted of heaven on a cone.

 

If you rush all the time

You are missing the small.

What others might call insignificant

I call these things life.

Life all around you,

the birds sing.

The crickets creek,

rubbing their legs together

in an effort to continue their lives.

 

I thought about this one day,

running to catch a bus.

Why was I running for something

that was so obviously going to pull away from me the moment I was upon it.

What is meant for me,

is meant for me.

Not for anyone else.

I don't need to rush for what is mine,

I simply need to work for it.

Working efficiently,

Not quickly.