Touch (Time Stand Still)
Touch with your hands,
the last hush
of sunlight,
and listen
to the slowing chatter
of cicadas
in the stillness of dusk,
that is yet to fall,
and await awhile
for the coming
of night,
and listen
to the echoes,
of a blackbird’s
evening call,
for here,
along this country lane,
take the time
to stop awhile,
beside
this passing place,
listening,
waiting,
for the slowness,
of evening in opening starlight,
and thrall
for it’s so quiet,
and still,
with the darkness
to come,
to listening
to birdsong,
to dream
not in haste,
until the movement
of time,
has left,
-and gone.
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