Slow and Steady

Let’s rock slow and steady.
Easy does it. Nice and slow.
There’s no rush when there
is nowhere to go. Slowly
moving into the unknown.
No need to speed. Let it be.
Slow and steady; I’m always
ready. Life can be heavy,
and when it rains, it pours.
I keep going steady. I move
with the current. Slowly,
I work my way towards
a new day. I keep going,
slow and steady – I think
to myself. I wonder if all
will be well. Who knows?
Really, only time will tell.

Table for Two

The tables were empty. Each table had chairs.
The chairs were empty. The room was filled
with all but life. On this night, tables and chairs
were patiently waiting to be used by someone –
anyone. The day came where a table was used,
supported. The day came when I looked around
and saw you. Our eyes met and never left.
I tried not to stare. I walked to a table, with two
empty chairs, near you. We were alone together:
inside the same room. I walked to you despite
my fear of failing. I remember this moment
year after year. That night we met became
the first time we sat down at a table for two.