at this pace, we’ll never get there

At this pace, we’ll never get there
wherever there is
but take
one slow breath
and consider
our fast-paced, frenetic selves–
Despite our breathless hurry,
we managed to create
slow dance and cursive writing
and bread recipes that require
rest and rise and rest again.
We dreamed up so much slowness
here inside the houses we built,
the castles and schools,
hospitals and hovels and highrises
all these shells that cradle us
shells covered with rain or blossoms
tree pollen or ice or heavy snow
while we dance and write and
cook up something delicious,
slowly.