Angels of Fleet.

Slow down you speed demons.
You have the wholeness of the field before you,
The true grain at your feet's bottom.
The rye calls and groans for you,
yet there is so little they need.

Slow down you angels of fleet.
Who told you to hasten?
Was it I, or are you acting alone?
Why so abrupt in your movement?
Why so like the soloist?

Slow down you children of the quick.
Your mother's are calling,
Your father's are searching.
Do you know that your brothers miss you?
Your sisters long in waiting.

Slow down you spirits of the air.
Your gowns whip in the after flow,
Your loves lead you onto the promised land.
You have so much to see.
You have so much to know.

All you fastest of the fast,
All you quickest of the quick,
Lay down your wings of twig and ember and long;
Long for stillness and quietness,
Long for solitude and absolution.