Pace

Imagine the sound of a cloud
moving leisurely across the sky,

a pine tree’s imperceptible growth
compelled by its longing for light,

a gentle rain’s slow
slide down the pane,

the sigh
aligning body, mind, spirit.

This is the pace of noticing,
the pace of gratitude,
the pace of change,

the pace of creation.

By Maria Brady-Smith
Photo by Mike Smith