Slow Down - Bowerbirds

My sweetheart and I will retire

Will retire to the tide pools

And we’ll fix our meals of crabs and krill in the long afternoon

And we’ll shed our skin

For a shell from a wise old snail who is singing:

Slow down

At the base of the dunes with the algae bloom and the heron

Here we sit all day and wait and wait for the tide to come crashing

And we’ll shed our skin because we know where it’s been

And we know this hymn:

Slow down

Lost, lost, in this torrent

Drowned in the deep of this over-sweet porridge

Blind to to all of the blood and carnage

Slow down