His hand caresses her check
She squeezes his other hand
Time is slowing
The heads getting closer
Eyes close
Time is about to stand still
They soon will touch
One thinks, “Finally”
The time is now
Their lips lightly touch
The clock freezes with lips in place
Time is this moment
The lips stay together
Time is an instance
He releases to lightly return
She smiles in her heart
Time is steady
He is her sanctuary
She is his muse
Time ticks
He kisses her upper lip
She – his lower
Time is a tempo
He is slow
She is lost
Time beats
Lips nibble
They immerse
Time is an interval
His tongue engages lightly
She sighs
Time is a continuum
He is delicate
She is his delicacy
Time is a spell
His
Hers
Time is a span
His pace is steady
She hastens
Time is a point on a span
He succumbs
She leads
Time is theirs
Time becomes the past
Their time returns
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NOTE: Although some of described certain past posts as poetic, I’ve never posted a poem – so this is the first! Then again, it may not even be a poem – and if it is, I have no clue about its type or style. Nonetheless, thank you Fiery @ Silently Smouldering Words for writing a poem with a line that inspired me to write this.
I like walking the beach. It’s good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.
I look down watching the water move across my feet. It’s there – then it’s gone. In time the water returns, and then I start thinking about time.
The water of the sea has a schedule as predictable tidal movements, therefore announced for any given day; but as a snowbird, time is seldom an issue. Wake-up alarms aren’t necessary. Regular, required attendance items are off our calendar.
Time is steady – as is walking, but waves interrupt walking, but not time because time can’t be interrupted.
Time is a rate or a tempo – just like the rhythm of the sea with its waves washing ashore and caressing my feet.
Time is the past, present, and future – but I walk and think now, write later, and post later than that.
Time has come, gone, and yet to come – Just like the water, yet I chronicle specific moments as now.
Time seemingly runs free – just like the waves and the wind – just like my mind can be when it is free from obstructions – but nothing obstructs time.
Time is constantly moving and won’t stop for anytime, yet many of us try to manage it – but as we snowbirds try to free ourselves from the clock as much as possible – ahhhhhhhh – freedom.
Time is continuous – yet in intervals in some cases – but time also serves an opportunistic moment.
Time is indicated by a clock or a calendar – yet as a snowbird, I don’t worry about time but note it as a sunrise, sunset, low tide, and high tide.
Time is something that we look back it wondering about choices we’ve made – the good and the bad. Oh the power of reflections – but as a snowbird, we embrace the reflections in the water.
Time is a moment, a beginning, and an end – each determined by the situation – yet various landmarks serve as time and distance markers for us when we walk.
Time is something we waste, keep, lose, give, fight, dread, and look forward to – but during these days I try to embrace it by letting it do what time does.
Time is something that all of us try to understand – but one thing is certain – walking the beach is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.
I like walking the beach as it is good for the body, mind, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.
The sand is smooth from the earlier winds, yet the water is a gentle ripple. The cold night developed an eerie sight of fog-like strands wisping across the water and out to sea.
The large cloud bank in the distance appears as a catch basin for the wisps, yet the horizon is a mere midst of fog.
I see myself as walking on the water. The wisps representing my past touch me as I travel to the unknown. Yes, I see my future in this image – no matter if a minute, an hour, a day, week, month, or years – the future whatever and whenever if may be.
I don’t know my future – none of us do. The future as it centers around a bountiful collection of questions beginning with who, what, when, where, why, and how. A mixture of good and bad – fun and serious – happy and sad. Yes, I also see the wisps leading me to all the unknowns as I travel to all the tomorrows of time.
As the beach walk ends, the air was warmer – the wisps were few – yet the future just as much of an unknown as ever. Time will tell all.
My future is what I ponder on this day. Even though unknown walking the beach is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.
(Note: The Exploring series continues during we continue to prepare our move.)
The previous post began our journey in this Exploring series in deep space. We remain in deep space for this post, but in a philosophical sense of time and space.
Time and space are modes by which we think and not conditions in which we live. (Albert Einstein, Physicist)
Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased. (John Steinbeck, Writer)
You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space. (Johnny Cash, Musician)
Time and space – time to be alone, space to move about – these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. (Edwin Way Teale, Writer)
There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened. (Charles Baudelaire, Poet)
Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less (Charles Lamb, Essayist)
The biggest difference between time and space is that you can’t reuse time” (Merrick Furst, Computer Scientist)
In essence, String Theory describes space and time, matter and energy, gravity and light, indeed all of God’s creation… as music. (Roy H. Williams, Businessman)
Henceforth space by itself, and time by itself, are doomed to fade away into mere shadows, and only a kind of union of the two will preserve an independent reality. (Hermann Minkowski, Mathematician)
A human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. (Albert Einstein, Physicist)
The most violent revolutions in an individual’s beliefs leave most of his old order standing. Time and space, cause and effect, nature and history, and one’s own biography remain untouched. New truth is always a go-between, a smoother-over of transitions. It marries old opinion to new fact so as ever to show a minimum of jolt, a maximum of continuity. (William James, Philosopher)
When time and space and change converge, we find place. We arrive in Place when we resolve things. Place is peace of mind and understanding. Place is knowledge of self. Place is resolution. (Abdullah Ibrahim, Musician)
Even the wildest dreams have to start somewhere. Allow yourself the time and space to let your mind wander and your imagination fly. (Oprah Winfrey, Producer)
Time travel used to be thought of as just science fiction, but Einstein’s general theory of relativity allows for the possibility that we could warp space-time so much that you could go off in a rocket and return before you set out. (Stephen Hawking, Physicist)
…for us physicists believe the separation between past, present, and future is only an illusion, although a convincing one. (Albert Einstein, Physicist)
Did any of those quotes spark a thought? If you had the choice, would you use a time machine to travel ahead or backward in time? If backward in time, who/what would you visit? Enjoy Time Machine by the Alan Parson Project.
A Frank Angle 