Poetry Week | Stop by Laura Rahill
Stop
by Laura Rahill
Stop.
And listen.
Don’t panic,
but come home now.
Time is waiting,
impatient
for us all
to just stop.
And listen.
Have you ever really heard
your heart beat before
can you hear it now?
Listen.
Do the birds beyond
your own kitchen windows
sound unfamiliar
as they sing
the same song,
haven’t they always sung to you?
Can’t you see your fathers’ tree
has sprung apples
and is offering them, outstretched
with no one to take,
because they didn’t notice?
Haven’t you seen
that picture hangs crooked,
the one of us
hairs wild with the wind
at old Kinsale Head
is it still your favourite?
Had you not realised
that houseplant has died
and withered to bare branches?
You must have neglected
to tend those needs.
Have you forgotten
the blue shades
of your lover’s eyes
that once
made your eardrums beat?
Time is asking
that you look again.
Your child tells a story
for the fourth time
but it’s the first you heard
so excited with glee
that you stopped
to listen.
Did you forget
that blob of paint
on the wooden floor,
how he laughed when you skited him
with the wet paint brush,
do you remember
that day?
Remember that day.
When we seemed
to laugh slower
and longer.
Is it really so unwelcome
to steal a moment for yourself
now there’s no guilt?
Please,
go to the mirror
and see
an unfamiliar face
changed and weathered
with wrinkles
where you have laughed.
Stop.
And remember
the person you were
back when you did not realise
you would never
have the time.
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