When life isn’t rushed, you seem to notice, 

The little things that happen around you,

When days aren’t fast you’re able to focus,

The hummingbird at your window is blue.

The feelings that I didn’t care to feel,

The messes that I didn’t care to fix,

Like picking up a dropped banana peel,

Or finding out I don’t like politics.

Before, the clock was used to signal “next”

For my days were always so busy... Ish,

But now I look to see if I can text,

“It’s eleven eleven, make a wish!”  

For now, I am blessed with the gift of time,

While granted this freedom, I’ll never whine.