With so much angst and attention in my life about the passage of time, it’s inevitable that today’s poetry selection is about time and its rapid disappearance….
Elusive Time
By James Laughlin
In love it may be dangerous
to reckon on time to count
on it time’s here and then
it’s gone I’m not thinking
of death or disaster but of
the slippage the unpredictable
disappearance of days on which
we were depending for happiness.
Is this food for thought? Encouragement to slooooow down and just enjoy what you have? What do you think? In the meantime, I’m counting the minutes to 40….
“Elusive Time” from Poems New and Selected. Copyright 1996 by James Laughlin.
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