A moment of time

Yes, I knew that moment of time.
Somehow when lost it became mine
I traveled so many varied paths yearning to find
Perhaps a word, a sense, a moment
Maybe this poem that had no rhyme

And that was the very thing when found was truly lost to me
A sight unseen yet still remains as I cycle back to see
Time is not a circle or a path or a swing of moments sublime
There are no moments left and moments left to find

So my old friend that clock ticks to remind me that I have walked the far lane
And then yet lost and found again
I knew that each moment left fallen and those to climb
Were merely moments of time

Now I have finally seen that there is no sweeping seconds or minutes left to concern
No hour hand or day I must worry over and discern
Instead I simply am and will be and was you see
For that person lost in time was merely me.

Published by Michael Perry

I've been blogging for over 20 years and now am living in Southeast Asia. The blog is about my slow vagabonding wherever I want to go. My home base is in Cambodia but I'm rarely there.

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