Too Slow

I’m too slow.
Discoveries made
long after they were made.

No wires to tangle my fingers in,
no cameras to capture me,
no waves pulsing through my brain.

Lots of space for my isolation,
Lots of silence for my monologue,
Lots of time for everything else.

I’m too slow,
too young to be old,
too smart to be dumb.

Too stubborn to be anything else.