“I wanted to figure out why I was so busy, but I couldn’t find the time to do it.”
― Todd Stocker
Like rich meals savored by candle glow,
the best things are best taken slow.
We need those moments in between
to reflect on where we’ve been
before we go on to the next,
lest we grow harried and perplexed.
Since you are always in a hurry,
in photographs, you’re mostly blurry.
If you would just slow down one minute,
we’d get a photo with you in it
so we could remember you
when you’re no longer in our view.
More than just a word or two
is what we’d like to share with you,
but how, we do not have a clue
since you just seem to have a few
to cast at us before you’re gone
to golf or bridge or bike-a-thon.
You need a sedative or bong,
but no one here can stop you long
enough to calm you down with either.
Dear, you need to take a breather,
for we’re afraid you might expire––
spontaneously burst into fire.
We’re only given one life per,
but yours must go by in a whirr.
Why rush around like a Mad Hatter?
It’s how we do things that should matter.
Turn off the lawn mower, smell the clover
lest your life be too quickly over.
The prompt word today was “blur.”