In a world that’s lost its sense of wonder,
I ask questions, hearts a-thunder.
Phones emerge, a digital spree,
“No!” I cry, “Just wonder with me.”
Time, an absolute, we think we control,
But in this era, it takes its toll.
Zig, zag, jet lag, a shuffle in the sun,
Screens glow bright; the wonder is undone.
“Where did time go?” I ponder deeply,
Lost in schedules, promises to keep.
Squeezing value from every hour,
Yet time slips away, a fading flower.
24 hours, a daily plot,
Yet, finding time becomes a fraught pursuit.
Lost moments, like sand through my grasp,
No time factory, no magic clasp.
Every moment, a currency rare,
But do they count the same, or is it unfair?
Respect my time, a plea sincere,
In this relentless temporal sphere.
Yet, in the chaos, a secret’s revealed,
Find flow, get present, intentions unsealed.
Pay full attention, let time slow,
Relative, as we experience its ebb and flow.
Strong Ink!
Welcome Kim Groshek to our special tribe of lovers of words and their power to inspire and transform us. We are the ones who are willing to spend “every moment a currency rare” in the beautiful company of words on the page. “In a world that’s lost its sense of wonder” I love your invitation to “come wonder with me.“ Thank you. And thank you Dennis Pitocco for seeking out and growing our community.
Excellent poem I wish I had more time to think about it. xx Thats just my humorous side but I quite agree. Time does seem to just slip away.