Savor

my mouth so full I can't

  taste the subtle flavors of life

 

the waft of honeysuckle barely

  registers as I run to the car

 

I miss the beauty of the stars

  turning on the electric glare inside

 

my children's questions are God's call

  to slow down

  chasing the last to do

 

with my limbs splayed in vain productivity

 struggling to feel ground beneath me

 

I long to savor

  to inhale

       to gaze

           to listen

                and feel

 

to be present