No Haste

We're so eager to make our mark

to leave a stamp

on the hearts and minds of those we'll leave

behind when we blast

off into that great beyond

Destiny has not been hasty with me

Its orchestra tentatively tuning,

velvet curtain, slowly lifting

Where my fellow actors grow hardened with age

all sharp edges and stubborn grooves,

I'm softening

into one who makes an impression

with the marks they don't leave.

I don't want to leave.

I want to stay and stay

soft and slow

without haste.

No Haste is part of a creative experiment in which I use my daily Wordle entry to inspire a poem and post it on the Internet.

Featured image is a photo by Kazuo ota on Unsplash