not like those multiple shutter, frame-by-frame films
of nature discovery, the flower bud
yawning and stretching open, bursting
with color as clouds speed in the sky
and day and night change every few seconds.
not like a candle’s flame flickering
fanatically, skittish, racing nowhere,
rushing, fire crackling, drip popping,
disappearing wick and wax.
not like the endings … more like the beginnings …
but even slower still