Tag Archives: time

No Reason

No Reason ~~~~~ When I see my father’s forehead, Observing a reflection of my face, I know that one day I will be dead And that time has slowed my pace. As I could not walk while a baby, I know that time may come again. And the how or why this may be, not […]

It Won’t Matter

We’re walking on the Mobius strip of time, Thinking we know where it begins or ends. Those on the other side are equally sublime, Busy making enemies and courting friends. Pretending there’s something more to being, We move along to the next part of our path. Not quite understanding what we’re seeing. It won’t matter […]

No Longer Ours

No Longer Ours ~~~~~ The end of an era, so-called. Not the end of all, perhaps. Unknown for now, until Some future now, connected; Contiguous, not, in theory, continuous. Then, is that us, gone? Merely an era in time, between, No relationship but time, flowing, A rolling stream, raging River, fed by tributaries or, one […]

Forget How We Remember

Forget How We Remember Variations on a theme by Shane Koyczan ~~~~~ Forget how we remember. Forget the games we played in May that should not be played in December, Since each bullet shot comes from a bigger gun And we always keep them loaded just in case. We court each human with enmity and […]

Only Happenstance

Only Happenstance ~~~~~ Can you or I hear the beating heart at the center of all existence? Here, there and everywhere, end to start. Measuring the length of time, Echoing the sound of our persistence. No longer can I call to find the time. You laugh; I must be old enough to bury. Despite our […]

Yearning and Reaping

Yearning and Reaping ~~~~~ Life, our mystery, our sorrow and our joy, today only. We can neither live in the past, nor predict the future, no matter how much we yearn. Whether we are single or joined, guardians of children or only ourselves and each other, we all travel together. Our ship will not sail, […]

To Laugh and Cry

To Laugh and Cry ~~~~~ I would be the blazing lantern to guide us, when darkness comes. Not the stubby candle that melts away to nothing, to be soon gone. Nothing left, no thought, no song. I would be the compass to lead us, If I knew where we were in bright sunlight, saw the […]