Telling Time

Ingrid Evans

Ingrid Evans

Time is not told
by monumental events
Except they stand as markers
Reminders of places on the map
where we stopped time to attend
for a moment a thing’s passing
We do not live in monuments
but in shelters on the way
from birth to grave

Our time is told
in momentary encounters
with the minutia of our lives
Our taking notice of the sunrise
acknowledging the gift of creation
Pausing to pat the dog at the gate
knowing his loyalty isn’t earned
Breaking bread grateful for
grain others grew

Our time is told not
by how much we make in it
or by how much we waste of it
Time is not told in our memoirs
not in our paragraphs or sentences
but in words spoken in moments
when alone or in community
we give voice to the miracle
that is life & its loves

“A bird the size of a leaf fills the whole lucid evening
with his note, and flies . . .” ~ Wendell Berry


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Telling Time

  1. ahh, living in the moment – if only I could


  2. kiwiskan says:

    a beautiful philosophy…


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