I look at the time and see I am falling behind.
But I catch myself and remind my innerself there is no time, just this moment. Slowly while traversing thoughts, I listen to myself occassionally and sometimes its worth the effort.
Last night I thought I had something worth thinking, but it wasn't. As the clock ticks its way past noon, I can hear its ticks clearly. A bird flys by my window as if to remind me that its later then its ever been. As I recline into my unclear self, that part that resists understanding, the time I see pushes me onward to the next moment, which has just arrived. Being still later than its ever been!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is so hard to get a handle on time in this crazy cyber world we inherited. The main thing is to enjoy your moments. I really liked this free write. Loved that final sentence... Smiling at you Tai,6 hours in your future!