365 Poems – 134 Eigenzeit (Rough First Draft)
I need to slow down.
I’m at the edge of the mountain
and should sit here for a while.
I am part of the silence,
and need to embrace it.
I will not fall back
into the crashing, quick surf.
Slow is beautiful.
I need to live more deeply,
notice the colour of the sky,
the beauty of a trembling foot,
the forest pouring in through the window.
I should peel grapes with my teeth,
and watch bread cook in the oven.
At the start of a new day, I resolve to
notice the scent of the season.
I want to ring the legs of days
when I am unhurried, to remind myself
of the benefits of being remote,
hauling my wonder over to somewhere else,
where the scream of life is just a murmur.
Eigenzeit is a German word meaning ‘own time.’
Eigen = Own.
Zeit = Time.