It’s hard to find time to stop and pause.
When the news keeps coming in.
The stories of people taken from their homes.
Mothers burying their children.
It’s hard to find time to stop and pause.
When there are deadlines and drop offs.
The stories of school days.
Children growing up before you eyes.
It’s hard to find time to stop and pause
When both of these things are happening
at once.
Side by side,
the stark difference
and drastic similarity
juxtaposed.
It’s hard to find time to stop and pause
and then there’s a muddy puddle
and a stick close by
and the wonder of child
stopping you in your tracks.