By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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I'm looking forward
to this summer's languid days
yawning stretches of time
unmeasured and untied,
mornings floating on wings
of butterflies
sunflowers' daylong wink
towards blue skies
blooms' fragrant breathing
turning into air
chirping birds' high key tunes
and chipmunks' scurrying dives
then the day's buzz turned into
honeycomb
a fallen leaf dancing so lightly
here and there
lulled to sleep by the pond,
even the evenings' humming flies.
Time stretches to
accommodate
The moment's need
to soothe and calm
to scare and dare,
which way it turns,
whether into a blur
of time lived on,
if harnessed as life's balm,
or its joy lured,
depends much on
the moment's yielding
to concur.
Do I decide this door
has handles on both sides
so I can come and go,
or should I guess
that on the other side
there is none
when it slams shut,
which means
I will forgo
the option to return
when I do know
— if I know, but I digress —
how things will be evolving
in life's revolving to and fro
of its different doors
on upper, middle, and the lower
floors.