Amy Cuneo

The Act of Slow

The act of slow
we talk about as though
some invention
new tradition.
Include a chair
some silence
Remove the screen
remove the violence
of bombardment
Remove shirt
In whooshing wind
and listen to the trumpeting
heart of
naked in sunlight.
Sun smacks
the belly where my baby still lies
inside sleeping
still in silence
waiting for the world to
crowd its life
with lice of want
the stimulation simulation
that show us that
we are not enough.

Sweet child, sit tight I pray
you will know and perfect
the act of slow.