If We Could Slow Down

A stiff t-shirt
fresh from the clothesline
smelling like sunshine and solitude.
The view from the train
a reedy marsh in the bay
sinking carbon and loneliness.
Did you remember then that
moving through life isn’t a race?
That healing comes when you see
the earth and yourself as one.
As the pipeline tentacles
bring death to a wetland
and a journey in a plane
is as rotten as the air it pollutes,
what if going faster
isn’t the fastest way
to feel whole again?