Time forgives us, one may find.
There are instances when
what we do is enough, we meet
the task at hand, it is
sufficient for the day. They
are not all impossible things,
that the hour metes out to us;
these the minutes that
creep by like a whisper — they are
not all of them unaccounted,
not all of them disappeared
without that they meant something.
Time forgives us: the seconds
do not all rush by as if
they never were, and the deadline
pass by without our mark
upon the world: they are not all
stumbles, our steps into
the great unknown of
what is to come. Is it not a wonder
that we can function? Is it not
astounding that we can
sometimes, however few they are,
be excellent? Let them
not all pass by, these chances
we have — let us once, more
than once, take the reins
of our fate and drive through the
winds as if we had nothing to lose,
as if we had won, already.
tara
10:59pm monday, 1st march
so much hope - "put the top down and fly" i thank you once again
tara