Did she ever take a minute
to appreciate the moment
in blinding youth when
the skin still felt tight on
her legs and the world
seemed to be waiting for
the riot inside her beating
heart and the choices that
her next breath would bring?
You just start to understand
when the puzzle breaks down
and the spectacle on the streets
winds to a close without
pomp but filled with circumstance.
Take your time.
Walk to the finish.
It's not a race
we don't win it.
Don't hold you breath
everyone leaves it unfinished.
Take a minute
don't rush.
the moment coming
after you've seen and been it.
Calls for you to sigh and
appreciate that what's waiting
is just a world without you in it.