You are the thing that’s moving. Slow down. Wait.
You can’t rush Christmas or grow up faster.
“All in the fullness of time,” which you hate,
then you learn how long it takes to master
even the smallest skill. Others are better
stronger, smarter. You can’t “…do anything
you set your mind to!” Trust it. Persevere.
Your reach is small, but it’s still not nothing.
Push, push, hurry, hurry, worry, worry
Strive, compete, achieve, lose, dream, wish, smile, frown
Your way past this, that, the other. Blurry
In life’s rearview mirror. Try to slow down.
There’s nowhere to go. Nothing to win. See?
The elk stand still in the light. Andante.
This is a Shakespearean sonnet. The rhyme scheme is ababcdcdefefgg. Each line is 10 syllables. The formal rhythm of a Shakespearean sonnet is ba-BOOM ba-BOOM, but I’m not a stickler for that.