I've been writing short poems lately. Here's one.
Slow me: Thoughts from A Midday Break
Draw me in to what's not new or news.
Envelope me in what could never be hawked or branded.
Touch me with the oldest truths.
Show me the dust that I was and will be.
Let me hear the unending song,
and glory in whatever notes I can hear.
Open my ears.
Give me eyes to see beyond the here and now
so that I can see the now and here for what they are:
fractions, negative exponents of time and space,
and at the same tiny time and in the same tiny space, somehow,
filled with meaning.