I am left to wonder
If there were no clocks
would I be more aware of each passing moment
placing less responsibility on the spin of the earth
would I mark each breath as sacred
and embrace a keener sense of the experience?
Would I take less for granted?
With so much within a finger’s reach
would I acknowledge
that each down feather,
each tea leaf, every grain of sugar
has an origin, a journey of its own?
When crossing your path
will I bother to really look at you?
Will I marvel at all the genetic possibilities?
Will I understand our connection
even if we’ve never met?
Will I learn to pay attention
before I need to be reminded?
And when it’s over
with clarity that’s granted only to beginnings and endings
will I be able to recount every vibrant moment
and stitch them together
in the story of my life
and ask the question that each should ask,
“Is it beautiful?”