At A Movement’s Notice

I am amused by the disparity of our perception.  One evening is gone in a single conversation, yet some minutes can persuade a more leisurely passage of time.  We are seldom aware of the steady march,  the cadence too easily lost to distraction, though it never changes, never waits, never pauses.

I can see the hourglass,
Can count the grains of sand.
Pondering the precipice,
Wherever I will land.

I refuse the quiet air
And fight inertia’s pull.
Urge my feet when still beneath
Intention rendered dull.

Phantom crowds of silent doubts,
A challenge, or a plea?
To act upon the moment
Requires not certainty.


Leave a comment

Filed under Poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s