Stop the World

The list of tasks overwhelms and every
body wants from me, want, and want,
and want. I shrink under the weight, and sigh.

Listen to the voice of your desire.
Slow down. Hit the pause button. Stop the world.

Let go the edge, and float, go past the things
to do, and do, and do, and do, and do.
You are in the flow. Find yourself. Find your

gratitude for closed doors and dead ends, wrong
turns and detours of life. Delights await,
unexpected, such as the sun shimmers
off the blue-green lake spied through the bare trees.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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