1, 2, 3, 4, 5…
Every second counted,
Every minute ticked,
Every hour checked off,
Every year gone.
Counting each step,
Willing the hand to move,
Reaching, yearning
For the next great thing.
Almost there,
Yet never satisfied.
Considering
Where we came from.
Grasping at
Where we want to be.
Always forgetting
The most obvious thing,
The place we always miss.
Now.
...5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Comments
Just a moment ago I wrote a comment on someone else's piece about how difficult it is to live in the NOW when our brains are so determined to plague us with both predictable and nonsensical images of the future... And it's true: It feels like an impossible feat to ward them off and simply live in the moment, especially for those who struggle with anxiety, etc. But I think poetry like this is a huge help, a reminder that life is finite and precious, and we should never take a day for granted. Thank you for submitting this one.
P.S. There's an Annie Dillard quote that always sticks with me, maybe you'll like it too: "How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives."
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