morning poem, October 7, 2016



The clock ticks

And the earth turns

And the sun rises in the east

Delivery trucks grind out of their lots

And women scurry through airports

Made up and perfect

Too tired to know they need rest.


How much effort

How much sacrifice

How much change

Will it take to give

One time to listen

Time to heal

Time to learn

That some agony

And some sickness

Is self-imposed.

That much of life

Cannot be done in a hurry

Cannot be done on the run.

When will life be refreshed

Like a spouting spring

Cold as a new morning

Tingling the mind

Soothing the soul?


Copyright 2016

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