When you take your foot off the gas pedal
and roll to a stop in front of your house.
When you stop pumping your legs on the swing
and enjoy the ever-shortening trips back and forth.
When you stand still on your skates and just roll
feeling every pebble and sidewalk crack under your wheels.
When you sit at your desk and stare at the ceiling
and let go of the task at hand.
When you know there is a mountain of work to be done
and you deliberately choose not to do it.
Since when did loss of momentum
become equated with some kind of failure?
Today I will reclaim loss of momentum
as a form of pleasure.
I will savor the slow down and the pull back
the drifting and the regathering of strength so I can begin again
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2021 (draft)