Slow me down to the dawdling of a child,
popping jewelweed pods in the lane.
Hold me back to catch the straggling western light,
the last low glint on her freckled cheek.
Hush me quiet to the black hen’s roosting,
the ruffle of chicks tucking in under wing.
Dream me small into moments of gravity,
the pure sight of the waking heart.
S. D. G.