You know those double-time fast movies
A flower blooming
A tree sprouting instant leaves like a green porcupine.
Me, I’m the opposite.
I move at a molasses pace like
My movie is stuck on slow motion
Minutes pass as I laboriously set one foot
Down, then another
Walk through sticky porridge to get to the other side of the room
Accompanied by the sounds of a spoon clacking against the bowl.
Not quicksand exactly
Just age suddenly upon me
So I will press my fast forward button and step lively like I used to
Snappy and brisk
Springy and quick
Nobody will be able to tell that I am old.
