In this slow motion
I hope the days will go by all the same,
unvarying and without resistance.
I seek to understand what is simplest
in each mystery.
I stick to what is most reachable,
most solid, least constructed.
Timetables, deadlines, routines
are no longer enough for accepting
the slow drilling pace
of living. Closer, detail is heightened.
The doubt is more precise.
The afternoon falls and the pause continues
and with it the expiring of the natural desire
for a pleasure, a yearning for
the slanting of the light that divides
the space, the invisible mark
that remains from yet another day.