Slow Motion

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.

About Karen To and Fro

Everything you didn't want to know about me!
This entry was posted in poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply