(photo by me)
Time
Sometimes
it's so fast
Kids
growing up,
You think you're watching,
savoring, but
we
blink,
and
they're so
GROWN
Time
Sometimes
so slow
Claustrophobicallystuckinthewindowseatwithnoroom
foryourkneesoryournotebookordrink
Unending
time,
Unmeasurable,
no clocks
Time
You
stare at that clock
The
hands don't move, or
They're
moving backwards, as
You
contemplate fate
What
brought you here,
How
long you'll stay
If
you'll ever leave, or
If
you and that clock
Will
be having that same, stale
Staring
contest
Through
eternity
But
sometimes
TIME
Just
is, and you
Endure
the next minute
the
next minute, and even
the
next minute
Until
the minutes stack themselves
Tall
enough that you have
A
foothold, and can
Finally,
escape
Return
Home
Home
is where time
Loses
it's meaning, and
You
just ARE,
regardless
Of
what's happening
It
doesn't matter
Fast,
slow, uncomfortable
Brief
Home,
IS
Timeless
comfort.
****
It's
been a...trying month. Thought I'd share some of the aspects.
~Tina
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18 comments:
Hope you can enjoy home and the right passage of time soon.
Time is not on our terms...
Good luck with all that your going through.
Ah yes... I can relate to this. Take care :-)
Inescapable time. I use this in my books. Time is almost a character that takes a prevelent role. And it's always good to be home.
But do you feel better at least I hope...not as well as you'd feel in your own bed or couch I guess.
I love the poem. For someone with a sleep problem it makes PERFECT sense.
This is a really amazing poem. Thanks for sharing.
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Great poem. I wish you well.
I hope you are doing better now. XOXO Yes, it's been a difficult start to the year for sure.
ha. i like the mash up word...it gives the feel...time is....use what you have, it will be the last time you see it.
Nice to be home isn't it? Time is so relative, depends what you are waiting for.
I remember the "time" I realized that time was ticking away and that soon it would be three months later and I would be thinking back on this time when I thought that time would never get here. But it did. You know? There is no now. Only before and next. Even in the bad times, next comes. Hope your "next time" is better than your "before time"!
home is where time loses its meaning... where we just can be...yes... it must be wonderful to not longer be tied to the dimension time... i feel you in the time is running... kids growing up...my daughter is just about to fly out to bolivia and costa rica tomorrow for two months and when i held and prayed for her before she went to bed i thought i just cannot believe where time went...
Tina, take care of you.
I always tell myself that if time seems to pass by on wings, I'm happy. Time has been slow lately for me, too.
Thanks for being such a loving, nourishing friend on the team.
Way cool 'supporter' badge! Can I blab about it on my blog and networks? :O)
Hi Tina .. I'm glad you're back and I hope things are easier. Been thinking about you ...
How can we turn the time that is slow and heavy into a lighter remembrance time, when we're struggling with each moment or minute .. something definitely to think about ...
Cheers and I hope you've had a peaceful weekend .. and will have a better week .. Hilary
i see picky in your sidebar. do you know what brought it to my attention? i'll give you one guess.
I know the feeling. Time just keeps flying by in the blink of an eye, but as long as you're at home and with loved ones, it doesn't matter how fast it goes. Just that it's going.
Love the poem.
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