
Today on my walk I came across this message and it reminded me of an Anne Frank quote, ” How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.”
Nothing.
How is it possible
that there is nothing?
Two days ago
the world was a place
of joy and wonder.
Two days ago
life was full of possibility.
Two days ago
you disappeared
and today
there is nothing.
Dark night stars asleep
world tilting on sun circuit
Celt druids gather
Snow blankets grimy
world, frosty composition
Shakespeare’s soft whispers
An ornate time piece on a wrist
jeweled
shiny, elegant chrome chronograph
or matte finish
functional
practical, purposeful chronometer
A puppeteer’s handcuff
controlling movement subtly
directing thoughts subliminally
a marionette to be pushed, pulled, directed
Steady tick, tick, tick
hypnotizes
activity done mindlessly
going through motions without attention
glazed eyes
striving to make it from one
paycheque to the next
without breaking the strings of the masterminder
oblivious to the pull
of the masterminder
Second hand sweeps
behind the minute
behind the hour
striving to move ahead
but wired into place
hour leads
minute follows
second lapses
wired into place
pulled along by the others
gears and cogs manipulating movement
invisible strings manipulating movement
time manipulating movement
World focused on clocks and calendars
great energy expended keeping up to the time keepers
Obsession with timepieces
and calendars is restricting
what is this competition that has been thrust upon wrists,
on walls, on clock towers in time squares
town squares
Shirk wrist pieces, cell phones
anything that strives to own your being
Pay no attention to these measurements
these pushes and pulls
prods to direct you
Allow no thoughts of time to settle upon you
consume you
control you
and watch your mind settle
rest
and give birth to new ideas
I have already lost them
it happened a long time ago
one day a decision was made
there was no turning back
Reality is harsh
denial a trap
the sooner I find acceptance
healing can begin
Little boy optimism
little girl hugs
drifting away ephemerally
like the puff of a dandelion
blowing in the wind
Dreams die hard
I do not want to let go
this is not how it is supposed to be
I want a fairy tale
a castle in the sky
I want promises of happily ever after
When did it happen
my world falling in upon itself
when did the yellow brick road
become a bed of hot coals
Every phone ringing
brings a fear of the worst
every siren
a racing heart
A pasted on smile
a mask for the world to see
so difficult to accept
you are lost to me
When did I lose myself
how can I get her back
If I don’t have hope
what is left
The world is my oyster
waiting
pacing in nervous anticipation
All is ready
to burst in glorious colors
raucous symphony
Seams are taut
stretching in excitement
doors bulging with opportunity
Creativity has arrived
Smile is broad
wide
grin is captivating
twinkle in eye
cannot be denied
This is my reality
my excitement
my joyful ammunition