Slow motion

Innocence moves
even when sitting
like a little one
on a park bench, built for a mom or a dad
or the older ones
with their white hair
and funny ways

Innocence moves
even on a drafty night
when the wind is blowing
through the rifts
and dreams of sand dunes
drift, grain by grain
for who would know?

Innocence moves
in broad daylight
when the waters are flowing
along the banks
like a sunning snake
shifting, bend by bend
patiently savoring the moments so slow

Image credit: Reverie, Tennessee. South-facing view of Tennessee / Arkansas stateline at the old course of the Mississippi River (3 July 2010), Thomas R Machnitzki.