Slow

Slow as snail travel
as old malt
as the train taking me to you
as the clock in the kitchen
as traffic lights at rush hour
as second class mail
as the wrong supermarket queue
as the lifting of autumn rain
as the acorn rooting
as the wheeling of the stars
as the rise and fall of the ribs
of the old dog lying in the sun.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

40 thoughts on “Slow”

      1. It’s warmer now than it was for much of July. The temperature has dropped a bit since the last storm, around 80°F now. Too damp though to lie on the grass.

      2. We’ve had a string of lovely days here. You would think it’s too cool late at night, but it’s in the 70s F during the day–sunny, blue sky. I think we’re getting rain though this week.

      1. Human Shadow Of A
        Mammal Searching
        Lost From Mother’s

        Breast Of 🌍
        Mammalkind

        It’s Kinda Sad
        Dear Jane i used
        To Work At A Bowling

        Center Before Humans

        Bowled Alone in A Video

        Game Of
        Connecting
        Machines Together

        Yet Never The Less
        The Further We Move

        Away From Reproduction

        The Rest Of Nature Applauds Seeing

        Hairless Creatures

        Lost in Greed of
        Taking More
        Than
        Giving
        Back
        Hoarding
        Over Sharing Life…

        Forgetting All Together
        The Real God To Love
        Is All of Balancing

        Nature 🌏

        Yet “They”
        Miss Home Sick…🌎

      2. Home
        the warmth of mother father `young couple offspring
        the pack colony herd tribe.

        Not home
        walls windows roof doormat garage furniture the same as everyone else and change it whenever.

      3. SMiles True After
        Humans Leave
        Humanity

        Behind
        All That’s
        Left Is

        Empty
        Furniture
        Scattered
        On The Beach

        Where once A Creature
        Crawled out of The Ocean

        Lost in
        The Wake
        oF iTS own Waves…

      4. SMiles Dear Jane
        As The Fall Leaf
        Births The Spring
        Living
        Tree
        Humans
        Fail To Understand
        The Sanctity of Death
        Is Birth And Hoard Their
        Dead Failing to Worship
        The Serpent Who

        Consumes

        ItS own Tail
        Worshipping
        Words Over
        The Nature
        Of Death
        Birth

        Indeed
        A Snake
        Tale instead
        Of Tail Yet
        Ironically We
        Don’t Adequately
        Protect Each Other
        During A Deadliest
        Pandemic In A
        Richest
        Country

        A Sign
        Of Greed
        Yet Worship
        Of Death
        Hoarding

        Our

        Fertilizer
        Our Dead

        Holy S88T Best
        This Tale Comes to Be…

      5. SMiles Jane
        There is A
        Major issue
        With Human
        Cultures/Religions

        That Worship
        After Death More

        Than Life A Major
        Fatal Disorder of
        The Human
        Animal

        Indeed

        So Death
        Cult Inclined
        It Seems Truly
        Morbid The Condition

        Of “The Condition” It Is
        Worthy of Halloween

        At
        Church
        Ever Sunday In Deed
        BoWinG to The Dead

        On

        Bended
        Knee of
        Blind Dead
        Ignorance
        Oxymoron Breathing…

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