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Let’s play musical statues!

I’ll ask the birds to stop singing,

and I promise I won’t tickle,

for despite Spring’s vitality

I need life to pause a while.

I want to observe the stillness

and catch up my knowing,

for you’ve all raced ahead

and I feel left behind

in the what’s already been.

I want to breathe the nowness,

weep unrushed if I need to,

but then life moves on without me

as if nothing’s happened.

Why won’t life just wait?

I don’t really want the birds to stop singing –

or the clouds to stop moving,

or the grass to stop growing          ,

or the flowers to stop opening.

Not stop…just…pause.