The fast moving vehicle

Problem

Issue

We are ensnared within the folds

of speed and rush

Confusion and chaos cling to things that move fast

Enveloping us

Like a boa constrictor

Crushing

Only stillness causes the bindings to drop

Silence clears the mind

A diamond raindrop slides

Landing with a plop

It stops me

Saves me

Re- minding

Re- winding

On

Off

On

Just like machines

We begin again

Allowing grace to settle the wrinkles ahead and behind

Edging two degrees outside

The tumultuous mind