Time Change

We invent time,

And then we play with it,

Taking it by the hand,

Guiding it forward and back:

A dance

A tease

A taunt.

Yet we say we are happiest

When we lose track of time

Forget what time it is

Feel like time stands still.

The moments we love most are the timeless ones.

I am thinking about time

As I sit in the waning dark of early morning

Waiting for change.

I want to give up the cold blue of this sleeping world

For the bright orange of day

As it lifts its giant’s head and shoulders

From the leathery pillow of last year’s leaves,

Climbs the white oak that will also arise from the dark,

And dissolve the uncertainty of this moment.

I want daylight

To take me by the hand

And swing me around and around

In a wild dance of right now.

I want to burn with forgetting

Every tease, every taunt,

Every possibility.  To hell with it.

What is here is here.  That is everything.

There is no standing still.  No real waiting.

Only waking at the right time.