my breath catches,
time abandons the illusion
of moving at an orderly pace.
I wonder how my thought affects it,
if it will stop entirely
if I wait too hard
Is this like a waterfall
where the acceleration
is beyond my doing
and I will be swept along
regardless of my efforts?
Or is it like a long field
that I must walk,
and I will only get there
step by step,
no faster than the movement I initiate?
I don’t know. Some days
it feels like both at once.
My heart curls
toward a new beginning.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 1, 2016
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