Poetic Ponderings

There’s a mystery about life

As we twiddle our thumbs

And adjust our glasses

Time slips breathlessly by

Stopping here or there to

Wonder at a picture

Or flicker gently, brightly

Signaling its passing

Urging us to notice


We live in the in-between

Of rest and chaos

Calling for more, Longing for less

A delicate trapeze that keeps us

Dangling our to-dos

Like ornaments on a tree

Looking ever so pretty

As they fade into grey

One checkmark at a time

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