I Am Given Slowness

to drift through...

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I am given the slowness
of the day
to drift through
when morning stumbles in
from the night.

I fill the silence
by talking to animals
who don't speak my language,
but still accept my company,
and the worlds that lay within each of us.

We make our day song
out of affection,

while worn dust cascades
through bay windows’ speared light,
we are in free-fall.