I was hurrying, frantic

Talking tangentially, in a panic 

Trying to beat the sun

She told me, eventually

That I was worse than the villain in a Marvel movie 

I tried so hard with people pleasing, but the woman knew me 

She said, “Move at your pace

The torrent of life will otherwise whisk you away 

Don’t respond; hush

Delight in the sun, it’s enough

Each day is a deluge 

That is the truth 

The torrent is life 

Get out your rain boots and inner tube”

She sipped an ice coffee from her desk and put her feet up 

As water flooded in

She opened her umbrella, smiled and said, 

“Don’t be in a rush”