Kate Smith ’28
Some days the world keeps moving fast,
while I just sit, let moments last.
No lists are crossed, no plans are made,
yet still I rest beneath the shade.
My shoes are dusty from the hall,
my backpack leans against the wall.
The clock ticks on, but I don’t mind,
I leave my rushing far behind.
The air is warm, the sunlight stays,
clouds drift slowly in careless ways.
No one demands that I perform,
and in that quiet, I feel warm.
Not every step must race ahead,
some steps are still, some rest instead.
If progress has a shape to show,
it’s breathing slow, and letting go.