Monday, July 4, 2011

Impatience Immunity


As I get older,
days fly off the calendar
like flocks rising off a pond.

Their sudden disappearance
startles me into a panic
of what is not yet done.

And yet, when I grow impatient
for something still to pass,
I forget how fast the future will arrive.

3 comments:

Fiat Lex said...

Knead fingers, knuckle
deep in dough; the soft surface
gives, demands its work
be finished. There are moments
we touch time and can't tell it.

HK Stewart said...

Thanks, FL. I love the last line.

H. K.

HK Stewart said...

Today's photo is another one my wife took recently.

H. K.