Maybe
there's rock plain enough
for me to stoop and take a rest
maybe if I stopped and stilled my breath to match
the humming stream by this aching chest
just for a moment,
Time would stop for me

Maybe
the mountains, my hands
will cup frosted grass
squirrels frozen in mid air, eyes unseeing
chasing a faraway autumn glow, but
my heart has slowed to a careful thrum
it wants me home

Maybe if I stopped