We can't,
Just cannot
Slow it down any further.
Every prismatic light show passes beyond our vision,
Sensory overload to the point of blindness.
No beehive, mohawk or mullet holds the key,
No paisley, peasant or plaid,
Nothing blue, borrowed or antique,
Even a million FaceBook friends.
If we could skim along like a dragonfly on a pond,
We would lose everything.
The turtle's pace already exceeds our capacity for change.
Disconnected lily pads,
Drowning in tiny rings.
Time is never still.
Arm to arm,
Children reach across.
Just cannot
Slow it down any further.
Every prismatic light show passes beyond our vision,
Sensory overload to the point of blindness.
No beehive, mohawk or mullet holds the key,
No paisley, peasant or plaid,
Nothing blue, borrowed or antique,
Even a million FaceBook friends.
If we could skim along like a dragonfly on a pond,
We would lose everything.
The turtle's pace already exceeds our capacity for change.
Disconnected lily pads,
Drowning in tiny rings.
Time is never still.
Arm to arm,
Children reach across.
