Roman

Slow Learner

For me, repetition is the better part of valor. 
Each step clocks wise, little hand progression.
Hurry only circles if I'm wound too tight,
best to meander slowly, absorbing the dim
light. I speak experience, word by word,
a hopeful first person whose reflection
appears absurd. My simple eyes can only
eat a little in one standing. Memory, for
me, erodes blank spaces in the way a
trickle crawls down to become a canyon.