Rush

Standing there at one side

Of a highway

Rush everywhere, Cars speeding into infinity

Lights glimmering like a hundred thousand swords

A witness 

To the life passing by, rather flying by

An almost inhaled sigh

Paused midway to catch a breath

The heart

Turning into a stone with time

Burned alive a hundred times, 

A charcoal piece, fiery, shiny

Hot as fire, hard as a rock

Slowly very slowly, carefully 

Cooling one dot at a time

Healing one fine crack at a time.

The world has to rush

For if it stops, our hearts would freeze

By the time 

It might take one slow breath 

To complete its task.