Time

Just some thoughts

The clock on my office wall
runs backwards.
The clock on my kitchen wall
tells me what time it is on Maui.
The clocks on the microwave and the stove
are always off from each other.
Doesn't matter.
I know what time it is
and isn't.

Time
to be present and in the moment,
to get it done ...
or not,
to be aware of each passing second,
and to revel in each and every one.

My dog doesn't know what a clock is
but she always knows when it is time
for Dad to be home, or when it is
Time for a Walk.

Some are obsessed
with time, what time it is or isn't.
Can't ever be late; always be early.
I watch time tick by on their faces
knowing the sand will run out
at some moment
for all of us.

And all the clocks in the world
will keep on tock-ticking away
precious seconds.
Regardless of time zones or
daylight being saved, despite
x-hour work weeks or hours slept.

I watched the hummingbird kiss
the rose blooming in my garden,
had an extra sip of coffee as clouds
scudded grey overhead, and called an old friend.
We shared a laugh, rehashed old stories,
and enjoyed moments of sunlight.

I return to my desk to write a poem
before continuing to edit. My stomach rumbles,
and I know soon my husband will call
as he finishes his lunch. We'll say
the same things we do every day,
and I'll remind him to get milk--
which he'll forget. Just parts of a day passing.

And yet, I'm aware of these minutes,
these moments for they are far more precious
than pure gold or the thirty-one cents
sitting on my blotter. I may rarely be on time,
but I am always in the midst of time.

And my time? It will last as long as it is meant
and perhaps a moment longer as I'm always late.
And every second is one second more and appreciated.

I love that the clock in my office runs backswards.