Don’t rush me life,
Let me chew the harder parts,
Savour every bite of difficulty.
Let me take my socks off slowly
To feel the freedom of my toes.
Give me dawns, in pink and
Dove grey skies in cold wind,
And let me look and imprint
Upon my memory colours,
Let me paint with each stroke,
A day as if it were a canvas,
Choosing tones to reflect
My mood and purpose;
Remembering the brush strokes
This way and that,
Conscious of every second passing,
Like stags in a snow filled forest
Under star and moonlight.
Don’t rush me life.
And when I work a horse,
May its beauty be sublime,
And cast an imprint on my mind
Etched deep and fine
Upon my day, for those strides,
That beauty, that neck,
Bending in joy and goodwill,
Is who I am and ever will be.
May I touch that coat and
Run my hand across its flank,
And feel the power of every muscle
Ripple like the sea.
For gifts are all around us
Everywhere in niches hidden,
Unless we look hard and
Work at life and slow it down,
We will not give it purpose,
Space and time and love.
Don’t rush me life.