Why the Hurry

I wonder now, from this aging body,
why the hurry, 
speeding through life like a high-speed train, 
Intent on the next destination, 
screeching into the station for my next connection, 
Worrying about the future, the myriad responsibilities, 
the endless doing 
when the miraculous day lay in front of me.

Wisdom brings well earned lessons, 
an indigo sky streaked in orange, 
a quiet evening stroll with my beloved,
the lazy voices of my neighbours in their gardens,
the lilacs' incense, the gentle silence of a quarantined city,
a spoonful of Hagen Das vanilla from the carton
And a good sleep in the comfort and safety 
of our modest castle.
May 28, 2020

© Loretta Fleming