Hurry!
A poem, written in the usual writing room and usual chair with usual posture,
Cannot be rushed.
Chewing carrot, pineapple, orange, and walnut salad vigorously,
Cannot be rushed.
A vaccine for a pandemic which kills and enforces loneliness,
Cannot be rushed.
Nothing to do and nothing exciting, and nothing to look forward to,
Cannot be rushed.
A person mired in ennui, and apathy, and argumentative,
Cannot be rushed.
A boy playing puzzles, and video games, and watching old tv shows,
Cannot be rushed.
A band around the chest, a seizing beating heart,
Cannot be rushed.
A caught breath, a full breath, a breath almost into the belly,
Cannot be rushed.
A windy day, a grey day, a winter away, the coming spring,
Cannot be rushed.
A nightmare, an anxiety dream, a forgotten fear, a memory,
Cannot be rushed.
A random cut on the knee, a bleeding, a gash and bruise, the healing,
Cannot be rushed.
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