Time To Kill
Waiting but not restless, more thankful than anything else. I do love a pause of a known and limited size. That's age right there.
The work of a carpenter can be pretty repetitive but you learn to put your mind into a mode where you are aware but your hands aren’t gripping the wheel. After weeks of, say, hanging drywall, then taping and finishing it, you wonder if there is any other color but white. I would much rather have time on my hands than drywall mud.
Time To Kill The day is afoot and Sweety, the cafe dog, is within easy reach of my foot. Splayed out on the cool concrete, her stubby tail wags when I rub her with my toes, my leg only half extended. We are ten minutes walk to the train station- our train leaves in two hours. This is a handy sort of eternity in which to scribble, dawdle, meander and, with good behavior, time left to wander. No need to kill time here far better to woo her and be wed an eternity. With the hour hand holding fast the minute hand, we'll pledge our vows and watch the sun shift. We shall see, in time, if that shadow will shade that balcony. Will the cathedral bells break our reverie? I’ve not had so much time laying out ahead of me since the day I was born. Back then, I didn’t know what to do with it all, but now, my options beset me. My best chance of survival is to let time know I would not kill, even in self defense. If ever I did such a crime, then I would become a soulless ghoul with no right nor time to pet even a dog. Lisieux- 5/23
Wooing - and self-defending. Remarkable happiness.
That’s a beautiful poem,