ticking

How do I escape time

the relentless churn of the day’s to-do’s.

I see her grown and heading off

& still feel her cherub hand in mine.

a little note

I’ve been waking lately, just before 4 AM. I wait a bit, eyes still closed on my back, hoping I’ll quickly drift off, but not. Last night, October 1, 2023, I moved to the family room where I stretched some. I returned to bed, usually that’s enough to grow tired to drift into my second sleep. But no. And so, I grabbed my pillow, headlamp and handful of books, heading to the downstairs sofa so as not to disturb my love who can sleep like no other! I read Rilke, a brilliant translation by Joanna Macy & Anita Barrows. I wrote ticking in response to one entitled What Links Us in their book, A Year With Rilke.