As I find myself going back to a traditional full-time job, time becomes shorter. In thinking about time, two different poems came out of me. I want to choose the first perspective, to shift myself into that perspective when the second perspective undoubtedly creeps in. Ponder the poems my working dears.


I like to be in time
to feel it pass
not in ticks
but softly
floating by like
an iridescent bubble.
I like to soak in time
warm and comforting
without task or duty
getting out from
between the gears
laying back
seeing only clouds
letting the current
take me.
I like to be in time
to ponder
to be
to be
to be
to be
to just be.


Time in Ticks

We measure time
in wrinkles and gray hairs
in tasks and to-dos.
we punch the clock
every day
every day
waiting for retirement
when time opens up,
opens up to possibilities
we no longer have the energy to do.
So we sit in it
and watch it go by in clumps
like paper off a roll
conscious how quickly
the roll approaches its end.
We’re seized
afraid of time,
time wasted
and time stolen.
And at the end
come the regrets
the wishes
the realization
that it was love not
task that mattered.

About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to make our world a positive place. She believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her pen-name is CreatetheDawn. Follow Dawn's work on this blog and in her books to help fill your world with wit, wisdom, and wonder.
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