Slow

I looked out over the fields
It was all so quiet
And I was scared that the silence outside
Would make it all too noisy inside
But it didn’t
I went at its pace
Flowed into the slow rhythm
Let my mind work on a tempo
That seemed a lot more human
I had so much to sift through then
I thought it’d all seem huge amidst the quiet
But everything slowed down
And no matter how big it all was
I felt no hurry
No rush to make everything alright
Just go to a quiet place, and let it flow
Slow, slow, slow
That’s the pace you need
To find the calm to get better

First published on The Blue Hour: 

http://thebluehourmagazine.com/2013/09/26/two-poems-by-jean-byrne/

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