We spent the entire weekend moving; moving, no matter how far or how much is always a bit surreal. It’s difficult to know when you are finished; there seems no end to the stuff that has to be loaded, moved and unloaded. And time is like that during a move as well. It seems to drag on forever, and then it’s day’s end before you have moved the last box!

I wrote this a few months ago, but it seems to apply to our moving weekend quite well!


Robert Bly says:
“It’s already too late”
In his Midwestern, Norwegian
Accent I know so well.

But is this true?
Are we out of time?
I would rather be in time,
Wouldn’t you?

Time is a slippery notion.
It slips right by when we are not in it.
How often do we kill time?
We spend it, waste it as if it were coinage.

Time is only an attitude.
We are either in it or out of it.
As we spiral through life
I want to live it, not be too late!

©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

  1. August 5, 2013 at 5:05 pm

    Thanks for reminding this uncontrollable and unstoppable ‘Time’. On 3rd June, I published a post ‘Time’. Your poetry reminded me that post. If you have some time, just have a look or go through it completely . You may find it interesting.

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