Slow Walk at Four

A slow walk at four

Down a narrow street

Trees are drawing shadows

Over summer feet

A shop door opens

Then closes again

Someone laughs nearby

And the air moves in

Slow walk at four

Nothing to outrun

Half the day is golden

Half is still undone

I like how the hours

Do not ask for more

Than a quiet mind

And a slow walk at four

A dog pulls softly

At a faded lead

Two bicycles waiting

Leaning by the trees

The light on the pavement

Feels easy and wide

Like the whole afternoon

Has loosened up inside

Slow walk at four

Nothing to outrun

Half the day is golden

Half is still undone

I like how the hours

Do not ask for more

Than a quiet mind

And a slow walk at four

Not every good thing

Needs a grand design

Some belong to passing streets

And a little extra time

Slow walk at four

Nothing to outrun

Half the day is golden

Half is still undone

I like how the hours

Do not ask for more

Than a quiet mind

And a slow walk at four

Slow walk at four

Light step, open sky

The kind of hour

That gently passes by