Time is a creature too
with energy and motion
of its own,
and though life in time
sometimes stutters,
it never
stands
still.
At times
calm
and slow,
sometimes it screams,
moving so fast it seems more than I can manage to
stop
and breathe,
to welcome you in
and give you space
in the time that is mine
only because it is given.
A gift.
Not a currency.
Not a thing
that can be bought or spent.
So, stuttering,
calm,
or screaming,
at this time
and in this place,
I offer to you
what was freely given
to me:
space
to be
and time
to be heard.
Hi Adam: I love your new poem!! Posted at 1:02AM Sunday morning . . . hopefully that was a delayed posting you were not awake that late!
Love, Dad 1-2-3
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