Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Time


of a life as complicated as ever

struggling for balance, juggling time.

The mantle clock that was my grandfather's

has stopped at 9:20; we haven't had time

to get it repaired. The brass pendulum is still,

the chimes don't ring. One day you look out the window,

green summer, the next, and the leaves have already fallen,

and a grey sky lowers the horizon. Our children almost grown,

our parents gone, it happened so fast. Each day, we must learn

again how to love, between morning's quick coffee

and evening's slow return. Steam from a pot of soup rises,

mixing with the yeasty smell of baking bread. Our bodies

twine, and the big black dog pushes his great head between;

his tail is a metronome, 3/4 time. We'll never get there,

Time is always ahead of us, running down the beach, urging

us on faster, faster, but sometimes we take off our watches,

sometimes we lie in the hammock, caught between the mesh

of rope and the net of stars, suspended, tangled up

in love, running out of time.


"In the Middle" by Barbara Crooker

Let's all remember our wings today. xo Ro

8 comments:

  1. Gosh Ro, what an applicable book for our very today.
    I found my self nodding yes, yes, at every sentence.
    This is the wisdom of lives lived to our age... does my son, in his 30's ever think this way?
    I hope so, because it sure helps to appreciate those little "naps on the warm rocks" of daily living!
    I often find I chastise myself, because on one hand...can't wait for retirement, can't wait... 4 more years, 3 more years, oh dear! Don't wish my life away!
    Thank you for the reminder to soar every day..I do when I look at my feather bracelet, that's why I never take it off.
    love you soar sister!

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  2. Oh Ro, I was thinking this today and yesterday and the day before it seems..I have decided that I am living in a different time-space dimension! xo

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  3. Sometimes I am wishing time would go by faster.
    Today I am counting the hours until my middle daughter joins us for a 6 day visit. She will be here tomorrow.
    Then there are other times when I am digging in my heels wanting to slow down the hours and the days, such as this summer. My youngest daughter is graduating from high school on Saturday. I know what is next....she leaves for college in two months. A new reality for her and me. It will take some getting used to.....


    Thanks for this "timely" poem. I am going to put it up in my studio. : )

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  4. Please don't wish your life away dear Deb all the *todays are important. xooxo

    Nope you're right here with us Mona and so glad you are! xoxox

    Cinder, being a good mom is an important role and I applaud you! xoxo

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  5. Such meaningful stanzas at a time like this. reminders to slow down and feel the expanse of your feathers that make your wings instead of expecting them to always carry you... blindly and quickly. remembering to take moments of pause is what makes for meaningful days...
    love love love.
    xo

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  6. Time is very interesting during an impending catastrophe--I'm covering some of the events taking place in Minot, ND--where I live and work is just east of the roaring Mouse River. I needed this, Ro--and I also needed to figure out how to do my comments again--many thanks to Juli for her tips!!!!!

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  7. This was wonderful and so True! Time goes way to fast...

    Caroline.. I hope you are ok.. and glad I could help with the blog.. trust me, I was rather frustrated with it also.. I wrote Rochelle and told her, I was still here, but couldn't post on her blog... I have it figured out now :)

    Have a Beautiful day
    xo

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