For years I felt driven to prove how fast I could work, how many hours I could stay awake, how fast I could drive my car.
Busyness burned up this life
Fired, I persevered like a beaten dog
Procrastination was the method
From one jump to the next
My hope was in a Future
Loves were left in the Past
''Be Here Now'' Ram Dass said
Eight decades have passed
I know nothing but the Now was
Burned up on important things
Dancing as fast as I could
To the next procrastination
As I lay dying will I wonder yet
The little girl asked ''Mother,
What is this life'?' She answered,
''Come and rest with me.''
Pressed, there was no time!
My waking days and most nights
Spent sponging it in, drinking it down
I would find the answer
What did I learn besides ''Screw hope;
Just keep kicking ass''
How could I know
That gurus can be born in America?
She didn't need answers
And only said, "If you figure it out,
let me know." Because she knew.
Today I see her through her kitchen window
When the yard was verdant and warm
She, on the hammock under an apricot tree
Her actions, unworked in silence.
The vision reaches and covers me
Clearer today than it ever was
No distance or time can hamper
This is life. This is my answer.
Linda Kloss (author) from Corpus Christi on July 04, 2019:
Wow. Thanks a lot
Jeff Zod from Nairobi on July 04, 2019:
I absolutely love your poem.