Children crawling
makes time slower,
so do beetles marching
alongside them
making a galaxy
out of a garden;
wading through luscious
hills of morass,
all hum
no rush
this is how God plays
pressing sand together
with palms stained in light
older than time.
And the same dawdling force
that makes the stars
and ends them violently
holds its breath
between two heartbeats
and makes a first kiss
last a lifetime.