Today, Just Today

The next Moss Piglet, due in a few days; theme is “The Future”. I wrote this upon returning home last week learning of two deaths in the past 7 days ( along with other deaths this year that are each weighing on me.) I welcome your thoughts on this one also.

Today, Just Today

The river of memory

rushes onward

to a distant destination

pooled in my mind –

all the places I’ve been

and where I still want to go.

Oh, to stop. Here, now,

to dangle my feet

from the mossy bank of today,

red maples arched over me,

a crisp blue sky.

Let this cold water

rush over my tired feet.

Let me breathe –

breathe in

the season of now.

I want to tame

the eddy of time,

slow the swirl of it all –

the passing away

of days,

and people.

Hold the future distant

as a purpled mountain,

a horizon far away.

I am not yet ready.

Let me linger longer,

one more day,

one more week,

one more year.