Slow

Between three and four pm;

I can watch the moon rise

in and out of view.

The clouds sink low

and bleed into the blue.

The marks on its face

are silver and grey

and in this precious hour

I appreciate how fast

the Earth turns, yet

the ground feels slow.

I learn in this moment

the world need not spin

as quickly

as I imagine it to.

© Kristiana Reed 2018

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