This
is where I am in time
I
think as I glance at the
Calendar
on my wall
A
block for today on the page
For
this month, this year, this lifetime:
Here
I am
Yesterday
I had been traveling
Around and about
Finding
my way on a map
Looking
ahead to each
Place
I would visit
Before
my ending destination: home
Where
I am now
So
I thought as I looked
Curiously
at this calendar
That
this too was a map
Of
time, my time, my place in time:
Here
I am
Here
and now
For
just one moment
Then
on to the next now and the next
Though
I still meander around and about
In
my memory, my history, gathering
Stories
and images and vintage beauties
These
souvenirs I bring along
Still,
I cannot go back in time
I
only move forward
With
the wisdom I hope I have gleaned
Into
a future unseen
This
is where I am in time
I
am here and I am now
On
my journey day by day by day
Toward
home
~*~*~
Last
Friday and Saturday I went to a church
ladies retreat
in a quaint little historic town. I walked with a new friend and fellow poet, Debbie Burton, and we were talking about fresh inspiration. I told her that I don't
make myself write poetry. I wait until an idea comes and grabs me.
Afterward,
I wandered around and looked at the art and vintage stores before
heading home. Quite exhausted, I fell into bed early, fully clothed,
then woke up again in the wee hours. I snapped on the light and there
by my bed was the calendar.
And these words started tumbling in my brain. Or, as I said before, the idea came and grabbed me. So I got up and wrote, first scribbling on the back of scrap paper, then typing in my computer. Then I went back to bed. I woke up and, mind a bit fresher, worked on it a little more. And the day marched on.
Here
it is Wednesday afternoon, three days and how many moments passed?
Sleeping, eating, cleaning, driving, teaching, dreaming, scheming,
cooking, shopping, reading, writing, playing, gazing, smirking,
smiling, consulting, consoling, arguing, sighing, twiddling,
fiddling...
This
is where I am in time.
Virginia
Knowles
P.S.
#2: This is not my only poem that talks about the passage of time and
life as a journey. Here are some others:
Or,
if you would like to see a whole PDF book of my poems and essays, you
can click here: Pilgrimage
and Jubilee: My First Fifty-Ish Years in Poetry, Prose, and Pictures
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