The two old men -
The lovely brothers who took their time.

Wandering the fields in their Sunday best and top hats - the older one with the cane -
Stopping to smell their mother's herb garden - watering every inch of the land -
Bringing green life back to the dried out grasses.

The lovely brothers who took their time.
Touching leaves and discussing the particulars of marigolds -
Remembering their mother's kitchen -
In large and carefully scented pots
She lovingly slow-cooked her concoctions.

The warm and patient brothers -
What could be my excuse to speak to them -
Perhaps water the land more carefully -
And heed their advice to take my time -
To wander slowly and breathe the air of every morning -
To put my best face towards all things -
To slow down and consider
Every simple and beautiful moment.