I’m Working on Pace–for people who work alone

I’m working on pace 

I’m working on pace

With all the delirium  

and misunderstanding, 

I’m trying to be sane. 

Do we notice the pace 

We move in everyday? 

The closer to order, 

The closer to chaos we get. 

Let them tell you, 

Low and slow is the way 

I don’t think I can see the wisdom  

Of the world that way. 

Tiredly, I get a wired mind 

Firing a little above the sea line. 

Seclusion, in its intimacy, 

Is quietly industrious, 

Balancing at the reset for living. 

Remember your voice, your breath, 

Your feelings, your pathetic-less-ness 

Your heavy burdens— 

To hear yourself think 

After no one’s been around, 

To take the semblance of being a person  

To a profoundly satisfied sound. 

I want to call myself to relate  

To other people working on pace. 

To find the working intimates, who have discovered  

A way to feel authentic after pain. 

Here, I have particular beliefs  

That came to conclusion  

After some considerable experience  

In limitations and assuming… 

When you’re done with that love affair  

With that pattern, that lives out there  

Pour your heart out 

And do something  

For our first world problems. 

This is the wisdom  

Lifted from people who’ve solved them,

And the lives they’ve lain. 

I am going to be new around people

Sitting in the middle of the room 

As there is human traffic buzzing through. 

I’m reluctant to resign to my monkish God, 

Strong enough to do without. 

But I’m a being in nothingness  

In a social setting, going out.