They tell me I’m an old soul
When I explain my love for
Mid-afternoon tea times.
They say it again; when
I explain how I prefer staying
Cocooned inside with a good book.
Once more as I come
Dressed reminiscent of Ama’s
90’s retro clothing
Some slide offense
Into the words, but
“I say none took”.
Apa used to say,
“Linger on what brings you joy”
When others tried rushing me through life.
I’ve always dragged my feet
Whichever way they took me
In an attempt to find that joy.
At times, others condemn me
Saying I’ll stay stuck in the past;
Except I'm simply moving slower.
I’m told I lack
Grit, motivation, and earnestness but
I tell them I have “patience”.
Because I have an old soul
I listen to tunes
From Ama’s young age
Blend with the unique sounds of cicadas
And the slow draft of wind
While I lay on a field of swaying grass
With a hand over my heart.
I feel the
– thump
– thump
– thump
Under the shirt Ama once wore at my age
As the sun bathes me and
The clouds grace me with the shapes of endless beauty
Thinking to myself,
How could I ever not love
Lingering on the sweetness
Of life like a youthful couple who
Giddyly take each other's hands for
Their first slow dance and spend it
Laughing at stepped-on feet or slight stumbles.
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