In other places around the world
Time moves like honey
Dripping from a spoon
And life is slow and sweet.
People live under the warm amber light
That is the sun.
Words rolls on their tongues
like sugar apple seeds
tucked into their cheeks
to be saved for planting.
They wander with slippered feet
Until the sun sinks into the top of the buildings
And the sky turns pink, purple, then deep navy blue.
The moon lights a slow dance
Between the waves and the shore
While a breeze plays the palm trees
And the wings of crickets sing.
With backs to softly rocking hammocks
And eyes open to the stars above
The people of a calmer world
Drift slowly off to sleep.