Presence

after Tamyka Bell

Time. Pixabay.com

Polarized in time, fretting the ticks. But I then
remember the clock’s illusory nature — how I
envelop myself in what was,
seed tomorrow with today’s care, experience complete
evanescence of mind because there
never is enough time to feel my weight. Now I
choose surrender because I’ve had
enough carrying. Letting go, I hold everything.

This acrostic golden shovel is part of Keep Digging Deeper: a tributary web on Chalkboard. I worked from a line in this poem:

Timeless

Flow on…

Mango

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