Slowed Poem by Bill Galvin

You see it in my spirit…
I am slowed.
I'm climbing up these canyon trails;
Reaching for the rim…
For a balance of these scales;
But, I am slowed.

I see you standing at the edge;
You have little fear of being here;
As I'm climbing to be up there,
To be looking down from that rim.
But, right now, the air's too thin…
I reach up for you…
But, the air's too thin.

Up on the rim is a higher road,
So, I am lightening my load;
But, I am slowed.
And this flow is slow… slow to go;
This light is slow to glow.

You hold arms out for me…
So near, yet so far away;
And, I am too far below.
You're where I want, and need to be,
But, my spirit needs to grow;
I'm reaching for the rim,
Slowed by this heavy load…
And the air is still too thin;
But, I forge ahead… I stay unbowed.

I'll be up there eventually…
I keep a steady pace;
With time, my spirit in a better place.
But, will you still be there for me?
Will you hold arms out for me,
When I am up there on the rim…
Or, will time make memory of me dim?

Will you be there,
When I put down this load…
The canyon then far below?
Will you stand on the rim with me,
And view the scene with tranquility,
When I am there up on that road…
No longer slowed?

2-3-2016