Time

I long for more time spent moving at the pace of the heart

Fewer increments, urgent only about caring for my heart and yours

More moments outside in the late afternoon, unaware of clock time, highly aware of afternoon becoming dusk becoming twilight becoming dark

Sepia-toned rainbow horizon becoming dark silhouettes backlit by dark navy sky

That moment has always reminded me of breathing out fully, 

sinking to the bottom of the evening ocean floor, 

looking up at underwater geography, and the darkening watery t(w)omb

Rest 

Made of time, not subject to it

A body of time, not spending/wasting/losing

I long for the days appointments to be those with walking commute

chance encounters given space

play as required part of the movement through this given diurnal course

Growing light, sun high, moon rise, lengthening shadows

Deep time