My Perfect Pace

What have you come to tell me?
What I already know.
From a glimpse into my soul,
You'd find I'm moving slow.
Slow as a cloud travels
On the calmest of days.
Slow as the my mind watches
The night's comets and rays.
I couldn't comprehend
Another way to live.
My fingers touch and feel
But my grip will surely give.
And when I let go
Touch becomes a memory.
One to hold and keep
Like a letter sent for me.
The handwritten page
Ingrained into my sight.
It takes for me to read
As long as was to write.
To appreciate time
As the tortoise taught me,
I remember every line
Held with lock and key.
Slow as I feel
Every grain of dirt beneath.
Slow as I feel
Every secret that I keep.
Slow as I feel
Every step and every stutter.
Slow as I ignore
The glamour and the clutter.

-miguel