Slow Down

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