Speed

When speed is all we know
The places between are lost
Distances of Marathon
But an exit
On a highway
To an airport

How to recapture these spaces
In the color and the wind
Of stories told
Years old but vivid
The taste of salt
Bare foot in history

Too often we forget to look
Excavating down finds treasures
Digestion easily forgotten
Understanding expanses
Time’s long arrow
Feels short

So throw dirt in to the air
And follow where it wanders
Taste the grit on your hands
Feel the warmth
Sit. Breath
And listen