Sometimes time is patient
and spreads itself out wide
But other times
it is shut short
and allows a little bit of itself.
It is when we stop
and are still
and the wind blows
as it wants –
People pass us
we don’t try
and pass people.
Dogs wagging their tails hard
for attention.
There is stillness –
no gaps
nothing.
Then shy poems want to peek out
and be written.