I spend most of my day,
Coffee coaxed in the tall hours
Of forced mornings, laboring
To pay bills and secure
Against, some oncoming disaster.
Perhaps cancer, or heart disease,
Trying, to sidestep tomorrow’s seize.
And so I find too little time to stop,
And watch the clouds as they go,
When any day like today, could
Be the last, the dead drop, And
No worry or work will forestall,
What comes for me, for all.
Who can find the value in
The minutes racing away? How can
One slow down, take breaks and
Walk around, as the days go fast
And pause at last,
Waiting in the silence, listening to
“What does not pass.”
© SXT 2023