Time is a measured resource we all know to have a finite amount, even if we do not know how much of it is our own. We mete it out in minutes, hours, days and so forth to accomplish those things we deem important and necessary. Occasionally, we let it slip away.
Sometimes, we fritter away our time engaging the tedium of mindless occupations or pursuits. We are engrossed in a toil or pleasure and the time escapes us unaware.
Other times, we merely are spectators to the clock. With idle hands and minds, we do absolutely nothing. Whether the time passes without a sound or with the ticking of the world as it cranks around its axis, its measured steps walk blithely away.
Have you ever watched time slip away? Did you sit motionless as the second hand swung ’round the face? A face whose stoic expression never acknowledged your concern over its motion stared back at you.
Or did you measure it in sunbeams as they slip through the leaves of the trees, casting longer and longer shadows across your path? Perhaps, the twinkling of the stars and the rhythm of the cricket’s song metered out the minutes.
Is there serenity in the passage of time?
The afternoon sun slants across the windswept plain.
A dust devil chases it tail between lazy rocks.
Losing interest in itself, it spins into nothing.
Isn’t it always the way?
Trying to find
Fascination in a new day?
Doldrums coat our skin, a layer of grit and sand.
A metronome sounds time ticking away on the clock.
Just to remind us of its ethereal passing.
Do we not get carried away?
Dreamily wasting today.
(c) Ann Marie Dwyer 2012
What are you doing when time gets away from you? What steals the sand from your hourglass? Is there a peace in the passage of time?
(c) Ann Marie Dwyer
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