Clocks & Calendars
By Patricia Herlevi
When you live by a clock
And a calendar, time
Flies by like geese with a mission,
Organized V-shape claiming victory
Across an open sky—leadership and will.
When you don’t live by a clock
Or calendar, your footing feels
Less secure, wobbly, all your days
Blur into one, you lose the map
You lose the plot.
Is it Monday or Saturday?
You lie languid between days,
Turning back pages of stale
Memories, retiring the old feet,
Resting the mind between bookends
And book endings, hoping
For a happy stay.
The time that remains ticks by,
One gorgeous second at time,
Grateful sighs and words of repose,
Lines across the skin like interstates
On a map snaking their way across
The desert and seeking a gentle oasis.
Come and drink every drop of this life…
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