I’ve been trying all day
to find the perfect words to convey
the ending to this story,
the period at the end of the sentence,
the chime that signifies completion.
I turn to my usual tricks:
meditation, my journal, a walk in the sticks.
But my head’s not in it anymore.
I’ve already started moving on
to what the next moment will bring.
The deadline at the end of May,
the things I want to do today.
It’s hard to stop the flow of life,
the urge to move from one thing to the next
without taking time to rest.
So I will force myself to pause
if only for a moment, because
something inside of me knows
that it is in the space of silence
that new worlds are formed.