There is no future, only the presence,
and the echo of the past.
What I did yesterday
has grounded me today.
Tomorrow has no meaning,
no place in my reality.
What I do today,
based on yesterday,
will create my tomorrow.
Ruth Jewell, ©September 18, 2020
Image: by Ruth, somewhere in the Yosemite National Forest
Time, time
I washed my hair tomorrow,
it dried yesterday.
time, time,
time
They say time is linear
that you can’t go back
or forward
I’m not so sure
I saw Gettysburg last week,
I think the confederates won
this time.
I think I saw Hitler
or maybe it was Göring.
I don’t know it’s all so confusing.
Time, time,
time
I know I saw a spaceman today,
hope in time’s window.
Time moves on.
Time, time,
time
Back and forth,
forward, retreat
slow, fast.
Does time make sense?
Does any of it make sense?
Yesterday I died and tomorrow I am born.
I fed a calf last year,
drove off a cliff today.
Do we have enough time
to save ourselves?
Do we have enough time
to save our country, our world?
Time, time,
time
Ruth Jewell, ©August 2, 2020
A Quiet Walk 