Out Of Step

Slow Down
is what I
whisper or yell
to every single thing. Listen
to that, wind rushing as always
Smell the bacon frying mingled
with your aftershave both of you
egged on by the sun that wants
to rise and get on with the day
Oh, for crying out loud, I cry
out loud
Could you all just settle down
sit and love this dark minute we’re here
in the middle of?
Well–No, says the whole planet
hurtling Forward