For Want of Slow is a piece of writing my friend and Wild Writing student, Lori Saltzman wrote in class last week. I asked her if I could share it here.
What I need you to know is
I feel like a temporary survivor of a fatal epidemic
Like walking the set of a horror movie
One of those deadly plague films
where everyone acts as if everything is normal
Suddenly there’s a look in their eye, a subtle change in the tempo of speech
A minute shift in posture that tips you off
They’ve got it
It’s only a matter of time now
Only in this movie I live in we tell each other every day
I’ve got it
I’m dying of too much
running and rushing, breathless
doing more and feeling less
I’m dying for want of slow
For want of dragging my toes in the water over the side of a drifting canoe
I’m dying for touch, unhurried
The meandering kind that goes nowhere or bursts into flames
Either would save me
The zombies in my movie share symptoms like we used to share
dreams and drugs and beds and long, long hikes
I feel myself breaking, Andrea says
We all nod, solemn
Murmur our own signs of breakage,
honor our shared suffering with silence
Resigned that the medicine not an arm’s length away is out of reach
A few yards down the hill the canoe sits, floating in wait
We bend our heads in unison
to the list of agenda items we absolutely must cover
Lori teaches Write of Passage, a fusion of movement and writing. You can find her work at Open Floor.
Thanks for having me as a guest, Laurie.
Laurie, thanks so very much for this. Loved seeing Lori’s words.
it has been forever since I danced with Lori and Kathy – when they were
Right hand productions…. this was quite special. – ox
Gorgeous, yummy writing.
Great writing. You nailed that feeling! Thank you.