Wild Rose is not in any hurry.
She looks up at the speeding clouds
and builds castles in the sky.
There is a meeting in five minutes.
Wild Rose doesn’t own a watch.
She builds another castle with her eyes.
She is cross town from the meeting room.
She could make it on time if she tries.
So Wild Rose walks slow. Then slower.
She pauses to wave as cars drive by.
There’s a millipede on the sidewalk.
She adores long insects with many legs.
She sits right down beside it
and watches as it slowly, slowly
makes it to the sidewalk’s edge.
Wild Rose smells apple crisp
baking in somebody’s kitchen.
She feasts for two minutes on the cinnamon scent.
She takes fifteen steps before
she hears from a window
her favorite song by her favorite band.
Wild Rose stops and sways her hips.
The tune bursts like fireworks in her head.
She tells the passers by to shush
so she can better hear the end.
She listens to the next song, too.
and asks a stranger to dance.
Wild Rose remembers her meeting.
She thinks, I should waste time more often.