Quantity seems to deliver
Some kind of false security...
As if having more than one cat,
One spouse, or one child
Could keep life from taking its toll
Or cushion the blow of calamities.
But this is what quantity does—
It withdraws the solace
Of simplicity, suffocates
Our chance to concentrate,
Keeps us going when we'd rather
Slow down. Now that I've had my fill,
I don't want to fill up my plate.
I'd rather savour the steady pace
Than hurry just to consume
More than what ought to be mine.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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