There
Are those
Who talk in bursts
Like dominoes toppling other dominoes unintentionally
Or like - like kittens curious about a potted cactus plant;
Pauses are like
An avalanche that forgets and remembers it's way.
And in their world it could happen -
For rivers still have the time to meander
And cows still have the time to graze.
The world is endless but a slow wagon isn't a waste,
For a journey is more about uncovering
Than covering distances.
And there are those
Of concise words,
Who know when
to pick a needle
over a knife.
(This poem appeared on Crack the Spine Issue Eleven.)
Are those
Who talk in bursts
Like dominoes toppling other dominoes unintentionally
Or like - like kittens curious about a potted cactus plant;
Pauses are like
An avalanche that forgets and remembers it's way.
And in their world it could happen -
For rivers still have the time to meander
And cows still have the time to graze.
The world is endless but a slow wagon isn't a waste,
For a journey is more about uncovering
Than covering distances.
And there are those
Of concise words,
Who know when
to pick a needle
over a knife.
(This poem appeared on Crack the Spine Issue Eleven.)
Many time I thought a poem, and article, a book or even a person comes my way... without search. Is it called destiny? I wonder.
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