in those moments
between
chaos and calamity
I stop to wonder
where the time has gone.
no longer a young innocent
gazing at the world
with life-stained glasses
yet
one who has yet to
figure out
where the journey is taking her.
those moments
are found ever
so rarely...
in the silence of the car
while the tires hug the pavement
thinking about how
I can't smell the sea
or
in the midst of a party
in the glow that comes from
two glasses of wine
and
pleasant conversation
or
in the electric hum
of an empty house
as the radiator ticks off
every reminder of
Things To Be Done
eventually.
The moments are full of
second guesses
and
nagging doubts
and
clinging hopes
but
little result.
No time for deep cleansing breaths
or reality checks.
The moment is fleeting
but ever important.
Self indulgent
self reflection takes
precious time -
of which I have little -
in those moments
when I try to figure out
if I'm doing it
right.
between
chaos and calamity
I stop to wonder
where the time has gone.
no longer a young innocent
gazing at the world
with life-stained glasses
yet
one who has yet to
figure out
where the journey is taking her.
those moments
are found ever
so rarely...
in the silence of the car
while the tires hug the pavement
thinking about how
I can't smell the sea
or
in the midst of a party
in the glow that comes from
two glasses of wine
and
pleasant conversation
or
in the electric hum
of an empty house
as the radiator ticks off
every reminder of
Things To Be Done
eventually.
The moments are full of
second guesses
and
nagging doubts
and
clinging hopes
but
little result.
No time for deep cleansing breaths
or reality checks.
The moment is fleeting
but ever important.
Self indulgent
self reflection takes
precious time -
of which I have little -
in those moments
when I try to figure out
if I'm doing it
right.
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