Give me that slow

Give me that slow, give me that boredom
That progression, that four p.m. shade
Give me that long silence

Give it now, or later, at your own time, please
Give me that breeze, give me that cool
That iced soy chai, warm sticky rice

Give me that sweet, give me that boost
That belief and that finding again
And that finding again

Give me that looking-for-me
Give me that soul, that long-time-no-see
That hot day but even slower pace

Give and give, but leave some place to take
Give me that room for thoughts
Give me that safe space

Give me that head empty, body busy
That heartbeat-syncing-with-the-music dizzy
Half-passed-out, half-reborn energy

Give me that rush of endorphins
That runner’s high, that kettlebell flow
Please don’t rush the cool-down

Give it time, give me time
Give me that remedy to the letting go
Right at the very center, keep me there

Give me that rest
When there is no time for it
Where, out of nothing, time is made