Taking a moment to stick your head above the parapet. Not in a big life-changing way, just every hour or so to remind yourself there’s a world out there.
The year’s and gears winding down
Letting ever more rain in through the gaps
Clockwork’s ticking slows …slowly
Umbrellas in the street hurry by in slow motion
It might not look much
But that grey stuff
Well, that’s daylight, that is.
Look, past the people
Past the concrete
Through the raindrops
Look, at the time.
No, no, no, no.
Not ‘look at the time!’
This isn’t a trick
Just, look, at time
See how, if you try really hard
You can slow it down
Not the magic of the mind, though
The mechanical prism of perspective
Give yourself a minute, maybe two
Note the joy of the dry, the warm
Hot tea on the tongue
… In the raindrops
Wet Sloth out.