What Time Is It?

24 Dec
Now is all we ever know
Its frame defines my home—
as the eagle swoops to feed,
I clasp this silly poem.

Centered in my breath—
observant, discovering now—
before & later, I surrender—
unrest, I won’t allow.

Today rotates today
tomorrow never comes
remaining with my timeless now
diminishes problems

Why can't this be my best?
Why can’t I choose it so?
I can — I will — I make it now.
My cup does overflow.

There’s only one thing needful
before all tasks, attempt,
inhabiting the present scope
from where I'm not exempt

I cannot control another
to see life differently,
but I can change my point of view
and from others' eyes, be free.

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Posted by on December 24, 2021 in Poetry



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