I sit here withered, locked in silence
Gazing down from on high as traffic blurs past,
And I wonder if you are gazing out your window, gulping down the quiet
Or spilling through your day in a blur of motion
As little ones clamour and the wash cycle beeps done
And the breakfast dishes are piled haphazardly
And work calls and the Christmas season beckons
And there’s just not enough time
Not enough time
And I am locked, still, in long hours of too much time
Dominated by a silent companion that commands me huddle here
Instead of springing up to join the busyness of your world
Pressed down in my chair, I await the day
When energy surges again through me. Allows me to
 claw off this grey veil and toss it in the scrap heap
and once again experience
enough time
with you.

(C) 2016 by Mary Louise Van Dyke. All Rights Reserved.

For permission to use this work, go to marylvandyke03@gmail.com

 

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One thought on “Not enough time

  1. Mary Louise, that is really incredible. Where do you suppose you are getting all your creativity for this amazing stuff you have been doing? I mean it…writer to writer! Seems like getting out of the QC has been good to you. For me, struggle has been rewarding, as a writer. I know your life has not been a cakewalk either.

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