I conspire against it

biding my time

tapping fingernails against

the steering wheel 

willing life to return 

to a ‘normal’ speed

again

…

‘Slow’ gives me too much

space to ask questions

to catastrophise, ruminate

be

Showing up the inconsistencies 

A bright, glaring light of

truth

…

Can I learn to unclench?

To surrender to the variable

pace of an uncertain existence?

I hear a whisper travel on

languid wind

‘Let it be, let it go, let me’

This post is part of the Five Minute Friday writing challenge. Each week I join with this talented group of writers, free writing for five minutes in accordance with a prompt. Today’s prompt is ‘slow’.