.......every moment clear between these
ears and eyes
So time would quiet down,
so it would move
slowly
on hands and knees.
If tasks, news, silly things
did not hold
me in a drowsy trance
where time zip-lines away
so it is always the past
or it is always the future.
How to keep this mind tuned
to the shapes of clouds
and phases of the moon,
to the skunks that nibble from the cat’s bowl,
the weeping camilla I planted,
chimes I hung above it
and after read a poem out loud
about why there’s nothing to be so sad about
then write a poem about the worm
glistening on the deck
and mention all the things Im grateful for
and so turn time into my loving friend
who shares delights rather than
my foe
who steals everything I love.
