In the Midst

Of all this change
And what seems not
To move at all,
Like me and you,

In time’s cells, when
We watch our clocks,
Or past time’s clocks
When we just breathe

And wait—for what
We don’t know, don’t
Want to know—food
And sleep and warmth

And deep, slow breaths
Hold all the best.
The rest is forced,
But wait. Wait. Rest.