If only I could live wide awake,
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, many silly things
did not hold me in a drowsy trance
where time zip-lines away
so it is always the past.
How to keep this mind tuned
to the shapes of clouds,
to the skunks that nibble from the cat’s bowl,
the struggling camilla,
chimes I hung above it
and after read a poem out loud
about why there’s nothing to be sad about
then write another about the worm
glistening on the deck
and mention all the things I'm grateful for
and so turn time into my own loving friend
rather than this foe
who steals all I love.
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