Slow Down

“Slow down.”
“Rest.”
“Wait.”

These are the anathemas
Of our busy days. The lost
Art of an ancient world.
Very unlike the bits and bytes
Sent flying through the air,
Yet offering nothing to eat.

I decided to get my coffee
“For here” this morning.
They gave it to me in a
Real mug, rather than my
Normal, paper take-away,
Throw-away cup.

It sounded a piercing war cry,
A rebellious call to arms,
Against the tyranny
Of punctuality. It quenched
A thirst for satisfaction,
Against the empire of distraction.

It gave me so much space,
I could write a poem about it.