The Inconsistencies of Time
When did it turn around? I wonder now
when the exact moment was I stopped
looking ahead? Some moment in time
I looked back. Back, back and back
and yet it is not far since that young girl
thought swinging on a star would be her
destiny.
That first ten years of life stretched on and on.
The second decade faster but not so fast
as the next and faster still the next.
Faster and faster now the years go by.
What happened only yesterday was
truly months ago and last months happening
at least a year.
The caveman had a life span of a
mere twenty years, but he did not mark
it off by minutes, hours and days.
Without a clock perhaps he too
could stretch it out like children do
that first decade.
We keep each minute marching on
by keeping time. No laggard minutes here.
There, that one’s gone and that one
and now they’re speeding up and more
like seconds than the honest minutes they
should really be.
I remember the little girl I was, counting the
months and weeks to her birthday
or to Christmas and wishing intervening
days away, not realizing she was spending
time she’d long to have back some day.
I know I cannot turn back time but I
can turn off time’s measuring devices and
slow it down that way.
If I should turn off those offending clocks
and face the calendars to the walls. I would
I suppose, miss some important doctor
appointment or a family event.
My daughter would scold and say.
"I’ve told you Mom. You have to write it down
Your memory is not what it used to be".
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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