Rushing Slowly Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reasoning and logic are abounding, returning through knowledge
and finding self on the edge of wisdom, wondering what is going
to come about this very moment in time.

Listening effectively, trying to be in tune with the morning
sunrise as it touches the sky in tormented wanting.

Hurrying through boundaries of life, hoping to avoid the
memories that hold onto depths of my being, as I try to escape
to another side of this world.

Rushing slowly to edges of tomorrow's destiny.