Keep moving, and move fast.
If you slow
or (worse)
stop
what you see
will scare you.
It will be debt
or a dead fawn
Lack
or a predatory wolf
Feeling stupid
or a flood.
Then I remember—Rules
Are stories I made up
So don’t believe them all.
Truth is,
when I said slow down,
Look around,
The first thing I saw
was a snail with a green and golden shell
snailing along through the grass
and because I slowed
he survived the dogs and I
who were, only a moment before,
busy barreling forward through the world
Puff Of Smoke Poems 