can we stop,
can we slow ourselves enough
to see the broken beauty
in the world;
our pace is so fast -
"on to the next"
we cry
before what is before us
is finished,
do we take any pleasure
in that which we have made
or the journey to get there,
have we even taken in
the simple pleasures
of the world
that surrounds,
we are too caught up
in the complex problems
we create for ourselves
we miss the beautiful simplicity
around us,
we mistake it
for another object
to be consumed
as we make more
of what we don't need,
what if we slowed down
for beauty,
what if we stopped
to love
would we become
more whole,
would the world
