Rushing

I am sitting in the church library.  At least five people have rushed around me, working to get more things done in a short amount of time.  It seems I cannot rush these days.  So I write pieces on the advantages of sitting still.  I try to convince myself.  I would still rather rush.  The sun just broke through the clouds.  I saw it.  

Everyone rushes,

It seems,

Except for me.

I have learned the value

Of sitting still

Not because I chose it.

No.

It chose me.

I would still

Rather rush.

Every time

I think of one more thing to do

First I must sit still

So it may rest in the place

Made for it,

One more thing

To be done

Or not.