Look!

Do you see?

There it goes again

Slipping through my fingers

just like that

like a half heard whisper

the taste of a half remembered kiss

the scent of a childhood memory

buried at the bottom of the chest

beneath a lifetime of laughter, love and loss.

Time waits for no man, so they say,

You can’t go under it, you can’t go over it, you can’t go round it,

you gotta go through it,

do it,

careful don’t waste it

don’t spill it

don’t lose it

don’t kill it.

Frame it

Pocket it

Wrap it up

with knobs on

and a cherry on top

like it’s happy birthday every day.

Bling it

bring it

snap it

chat it

pin it

bin it

save it

grab it

stretch it

hold it.

Before it runs away again

and babes become children become adult become parent become children become

ain’t no stopping it

like a runaway train

clacketty clack clacketty clack

wild horses a-gallop

manes streaming

wings unfurled

time fleeing

and flying

and freeze framing memories in gold

and wrapping them in love

and rose coloured glasses

and placing them in a locket I wear around my neck

above my heart

which yearns

for more.

 

I want to slo – mo my life.

Slo- mo the good bits,

like in the movies,

talk . . .ing . . . slow . . . ly . . . .voice . . . deep . . face . . gur . . nee . . inggg .

Fast forward through the dross

and rewind da good times!!!!

And press pause.

Slow down, wait, let me catch my breath,

wait for me.

A million yesterdays make mockery of tomorrow,

while today waits

pregnant

with baited breath

on her cheek

and a question mark under her tongue.

Oh Time, are you friend or foe?

More relentless than the sea

more elusive than the wind

invisible

silent

holder of secrets and memories and promises

grain by grain

ever ticking and tocking

ever marching on

ever after.

Happy ever after.

The time is Now.

No time like the present.

The greatest gift.

Carpe diem.

or

Blink!