Slowing Down Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

If I were you I would stop by the stones
That were never so visible in the water
And the shining sun, shaking in the ripples
Reminding us of the depth of sight

Of the images we keep and those that appear
So sudden, decrepit or in short change
The colors in the wind all remind us
Of a rare moment of bliss

To stop, to slow or to just be aware of the speed
We left behind, more material our victories
Less human our strides
Now seeking reversals

Is this time to slow down
Or do we wait like the long flight,
Albatross crossing the seven seas
For a land it had never touched
A home it had never cherished

Is it time to slow down
Like the kite held in a banister
Do we let the kite fly
Winding into the alley to the ultimate
Deliverance, where nothing could stop it
Or we keep the thread held
Like a gasping hope among the trials