So much time is spent

In high gear

In the frenetic pace

Of “go, go, go”

The calm comes

In rare breaths:

An empty trail

A snoozing pup

Or laughter and music

Between children

And my mind

Hurries onward

To always more tasks

Until self

Becomes the sole task

The space between breaths

The rhythm of footfalls

The sweat rolling

As I find my fire

In that moment

I could be one in a sea

And would never know

The crowds

In the solitude

Of finally finding

A quiet mind ~ Caroline A. Slee