Sometimes I stop and read twice
My head wasn’t in the right place
And I was rushing by
With no consideration of rhythm
Or particularly wonderful sounds
Taking no time
To make pictures behind eyes
Or try on borrowed feelings
Until everything comes alive

Sometimes I stop and read twice
Appreciating beauty
Or a clever turn of pen
Tasting every syllable
Feeling every beat
Wilfully losing time and place
Sometimes once is not enough space
To really live