There is a pacing
that falls shy of grace,
caught up short
on either side of waiting,
the quick skip effort
to align my step
with the gliding blocks of time
that we must mount
to reach our destination

So many back and forths
along the rushing skitter
and the pauses noticing
there’s plenty of time,
time to wait for things to charge,
time to breathe,
time we can’t apply, however,
to the final flurry
of all the things that have to happen
just before we leave.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 8, 2014