The Sassy Slumbering Girl

I look for the end, but it seems slow in arriving. Too slow.

Or is it, that I'm running away, and not towards?

I stop.

I pant.

I heave a sigh of relief.

I look up.

And the world stops, almost.

I look around.

And the world releases its sights, its smells.

And the world reaches out to touch me.

Or, do I reach out to touch it?

The occasional stranger walks by.

Smiles awkwardly, chats about the weather and walks on.

I linger at that moment. Smile, and I walk on.

Light chat is nice.

Yes, I'm back at the crossroad.

Or, is it a different crossroad?

This time, I want to take it slow.

For Lord, you will lead me beside the still waters.

And lay me down on green pastures.

Amen.