slow motion
an inside energy aspires foreign
motivation
to locate new places for
cool isolation
working on remedies
to century-old habits
inside this allusion the mind’s
eye flits
like a butterfly
along winding stone steps
digressing into a deepening
pool of true change
even while away the doubts remain
false distractions replace
memories of sure
familiar space
progression continues on time
unchanged
the path homing around
new worlds
unfolding alien landscapes
and welcomed perils
incomplete thoughts bring
incomplete conclusions
halting
progressive forward movements
in favor of slow motion replays
february two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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The dance of change, when slow is more and better, despite all our doubts.
Yes, it is a dance, isn’t it? Thank-you, Maryse.