In No Hurry Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio

I like
these never ending
afternoons at home
listening to my thoughts
that never seem to get sick of
quarreling with each other
chasing each other happily
embracing
then parting
then embracing again
and parting once more.
I like these hours
that pass by slowly
like drops in the ocean
without the breathing of the wind.
I will not be an arrow
on the wings of time
I will not be a stone
rolling down a mountain slope
I will be a feather
just a feather
suspended in the air.