A Moment in Time
Several paces behind lurks the relentless past
that chooses to slither with poisonous tongue,
ever hesitant to retreat,
awaiting the moment to strike.
Several paces ahead
stands the mongoose of patience,
ever saluting the tenacity of the lure
remonstrating life's gallant stride.
Enter time and space,
the provider of measure,
that perpetual start gate
keeping alive future challenges.
And what of our present,
where footsteps arch and hold before daring
today's razor edged macadam road,
surrounded by bramble pillars of conceit?
Little wonder we suspend our flight of change
to somewhere,
anywhere.
For who has not wished to linger
with their wink at the threatening shadows
and forestalled a projection to the future
where all is thought safe and warm?
The footsteps begin their descent
as we invite yet the next delusion
of time and space,
past and future,
imagination providing us evaporative solace.
Be here now,
for today’s moment of time
is but a rarefied element
needing to join other wisps of
vanishing yesterdays.
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It's the present that bothers me. Safe in my cocoon of warmth and not venturing out, I've wasted some opportunities that I should have taken part in, but let slip by. Today, I had my third tooth removed in favor of destroying some decay and adding a crown while being more indebted to the dentist than her services seem to allow. And the accompanying ache, a headache and slight fever is new to me down that memory lane where other tooth procedures never required any fever or headache reducers.
So, the now awaits a hearty meal that I can still eat chewing on my right side, jumping into bed and getting rid of this chilling feeling creeping into my body like something from long yesteryear.
Ron