Slow Down

When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learned that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
When I have looked Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange-my youth.


Wisdom, by Sara Teasdale


Made the unusual choice to walk through town today. Someone had a sprinkler going on their lawn, sending out a tall fan of water that swayed back and forth. In the heat of the late afternoon it was very reminiscent of childhood, so I promptly called my mother and we talked as I strolled back to the car.