(Poem) Time, Running
A brand new poem, exclusive to my mailing list. This piece is called Time, Running, and focuses on the difficulties of living in the moment, particularly during a pandemic.
Time, Running
the sky, sealed
with orange, folds across
the distant hills.
we are just an exhale
of light from morning
but i am holding
my breath.
look down, instead,
and pretend we can stop
the day from leaving.
pretend we can bury
the rivers
and hold them, still,
from moving.
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They tell you that every moment is precious, but I don’t think the truth is quite this straightforward. I think those moments are only really valuable once they have already gone; I think we have a tendency to love in retrospect.
I have been having a hard time recently with attempting to live more in the moment. No matter how hard I try, it feels like everything is always in the process of leaving. Every second I want to enjoy is already gone by the time I close my fingers around it.
This has been particularly true during the pandemic, and during the subsequent lockdowns. I am more aware of the passing of time, recently, and the desire to seize the days I have left has become precariously balanced against a wanting for all of this to be over.
It feels like I’m either wishing the day away, or begging it not to leave.
I think time has a way of moving differently as you get older. Suddenly it is not the limitless thing it once was, and you begin to understand that nature has a rather bleak sense of humour.
This, more than anything else, is what this poem is about, and I thought maybe it would resonate with some of you.
Yours,
Blake
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So beautifully sad but true. Time is the enemy.
Deeply personal and extremely relatable. This is me everyday, I want the sad days to pass but the good ones are gone in a flash. I just want to exhale and be truly joyful, it’s all about allowing ourself to do just that. Thank you for once again making me less alone in this. 💙