Time

(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

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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.

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It's been a...trying month. Thought I'd share some of the aspects.

~Tina

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Summer's End

Just a little longer?

Summer's end

both welcome

and too soon

Carefree days, used up

become days, of

schedule keeping,

routines

The house-o-boys

will be quiet

once more

but I'll miss

the chaos

I do know it's time, since

Columbine have graciously

given way

to marigolds, already dressed

for autumn

while the sunflowers, so tall

majestic

are losing their seeds

to birds, preparing

I'm not prepared

for this transition

Not yet

Time tick-tocks

Flying by, while I,

paralyzed with

inevitable changes,

grieve

The end of childhood,

a treasured friend,

off into the world

daily friendship,

exchanged, for

electronic communication

Stop the world

Just for a little bit

Give them, give me

Just a little longer

I'm not ready, for

time's relentlessly rapid

progression

lay the hour glass,

on its side

stop the hours

keep them young

Just a little longer