slow

everything I do is slow

slow to breathe

slow to learn

I can love slow

and love to lose

I can dance slow

and lose it all

I can go

so much

slower

if I

If  I stop
at this cafe

I might forget

that I have made promises
to pledge allegiances
to a daily routine
called survival

I might forget

that who I am
is not always
who I am

I might slip
and remember

that I've always known
how to fly.





September 2011  AKW