Suspended in Time

An unhurried sun
A sluggish cloud
A slow moving breeze
A leisurely bird

A lull in the wind
A stillness in the night
A lethargic tick of the clock
A dreamless sleep of the mind

A quaint hush surrounds all
‘Slow motion’ is scribbled on the wall.
Is this the silence before a storm?
Or just the daily norm?

I want to rush and reach the end,
Before crossing each and every bend.
Yet it is the after-end that halts
Makes me hinder and find faults.

Clutched in the web of feelings.
I fall and climb
Lingering and revealing, I am lazily
Suspended in time….