No Rush in My Pulse

You said something small

And the sound reached me first

The meaning trailed behind

Like it wasn't sure I was ready

My pulse kept its slow pattern-

A quiet line refusing to bend

Even my breath felt late

Arriving after the thought had cooled

The room moved on ahead of me

And I followed half a beat behind

It's not that I don't feel it...

I just meet things slowly

There's no rush in my pulse-

It beats once waits then settles

I feel things out of order

Not gone... just delayed

Maybe this is how I stay afloat

Letting everything reach me

A moment after it should

You asked if I understood

But the question brushed past first-

The weight came later

I held the shape of it in my hand

Cold at first then warming slightly

Nothing in me sparked or fell apart

Just a slow shift

Like emotion choosing where to land

There's no rush in my pulse-

It beats once waits then settles...

If my reactions wander

I won't chase them

They can find me

In their own time