I sometimes wonder
If we should roll our clocks back
Into sundials
Tag: time
And now it’s Thursday
This strange thing, Thursday
Near the end of the workweek
But without respite
Wednesday, traveling at high speed: A Haiku
Wednesday had gone past
So very much has been done
Longing for the trees
Goodbye August
Now it’s striking me
That August will end today
September? Oh, my!
Seasons change, life flows and evolves. Sometimes we get to notice.
Time Flows
Time flows from the past
And the past feeds the future
Nourishing the now
Thoughts upon this evening
It was lovely day, by my standards, at least. Yeah, a bit wet in the morning, but the afternoon turned out nice. Well, not pouring down.
Got a walk in after lunch. Still haven’t made my 10,000 steps, though. Ah, my sedentary life! My fitbit drives me forward to a more active life. Helping me clear my mind, enabling me to focus better, to be more present, not all lost, in my head, dealing with some random element or another.
Spent the evening talking with some friends, and the daughter of one of them. It was quite a charming hour. Reminded me of the “plan” all those many years ago to have a second child, ostensibly a daughter.
I was struck, as I considered time, how intensely short it is from diapers to adulthood. Talking with this girl, it hits me that she’s existed only a tiny fraction of my life. And yet she’s clever, witty, bright and engaging. Full of ideas, knowledge and life.
This is why I work so hard to be in the “now” of life. It’s so fleeting. This girl will soon be in middle school, driving, off to college. As will my son. It’s fleeting. I must savor this moment, as it will waft away, watched or not. Once gone, it’s dead.
I see this as the ultimate manifestation of love. To be here, be aware of the now, fully engaged in this moment, with these people. Now. It’s all we got.
Thoughts on Time
The briefness of life
Should give us pause about time
As it fades away
Speeding Forth
The madness of time.
Activity raging forth;
Life thus vacated.
Forgotten Tomorrow
Into the edge
Of the forgotten tomorrow.
Faster than the
Flights of dreams.
Come my heart.
More powerful than
This vacant, dusty
Fantasy. Enrichment
Filled senses
Collapse into
Mindlessness.
Strolling Observations
Moving through evening air
At the correct speed to notice
Changes amidst life around me.
Cherry trees blooming, blossoms
A gentle riot upon still visible branches
But, a few trees remain barren, though
Not yet dead. Springtime’s possibility
Not accepted yet upon those limbs
Winter’s grip remains, but waning.