Time Sense And The Present Tense
Awake, I found my watch and strapped it on
My wrist. Though dark it was, I saw some light
Come seeping through the fissures of the night.
Thus reassured, I guessed it was ‘Today’,
With all left-over agendas and tasks.
I let habitual routine confirm
The continuing Self, my Raison d’etre,
In a world where all are singular.
Why must we be the willing slaves
Of measured Time, conformity and order?
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: time