Hurry

 

 

Her hand grips mine tightly, her babble runs free

Little legs pumping briskly to keep pace with me

I notice and slow, though my thoughts flit ahead

To the comings and goings all planned before bed

She reaches for flowers, she reaches for rocks

I cajole and discourage with urge-along talks

Blue eyes fill up quickly, frustration so clear

A trembling lip heralds tears drawing near

With a sigh kept internal and resigned, knowing smile

I return to the riveting rock and twig pile

Again, erupt giggles and sparkling eyes

A pleased-with-self grin that’s a little too wise

As we ooh and we ahh over non-descript stones

Many people stream by, ears pressed to cell phones

Ensconced in the moment, testing which twig might bend

I no longer hear Time and its march without end