As the year has drawn to a close, I have had the opportunity to return to familiar places and observe them at different seasons. The thrill for me has been the dramatic contrast, often within the space of a few weeks.
This focused my attention on the concept of ‘Time’ and my view of it. Do I consider time as linear and a pressing sense of getting things down, deadlines and endings? Or as I observe within the natural world, do I consider “Time’ to be a cycle and have its own gentle, comforting rhythm? As I pondered, the words came…
In No Rush
I am in no rush to circle the sun.
The seasons come and have their fun.
The day and the night glide quietly by
Across a dynamic, changing sky.
The shadows lengthen as the day grows long,
While the air chills once the night becomes strong.
The rhythm is simple and easily found
If one stops, takes time to look around.
Hear no ticking clock, nor frenzied command,
To perform and jump to every demand.
Just the gentle beat of nature’s heart
Seeking to make its eternal mark.