The world seems to rush by so slowly,
but the years they run like water.
And everyday I look for moments of clarity,
while living in a rush of moments.
So when I find time to write,
I find it while I'm walking,
to somewhere,
away from somewhere else;
and the words live only in my head
or my silently moving mouth.
But in rare moments,
I am provided with a place to put them.