About Time

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Martin Rawlinson pinterest.com

The young
have too little time
to waste it on reflection
They leap from stone to stone
never considering death
The higher the risk
the sweeter

the attraction
Yesterday’s follies
old socks into the trash
A new pair lies in their drawer
Rock climbing is murder
on fingers and toes
all kids know

While the old
have too much time
to waste in contemplations
Their rocker cushion worn thin
where they sit the day away
staring into chasms
between rocks

the attraction
Tomorrow’s mystery
butterfly out of a cocoon
Can old dogs learn new tricks
leap again stone to stone
fly like theĀ meteors
fearless again

“Here I am at the gateless gate again hoping
to see father, mother, sister, brother:
Where did they come from? Where did they go?
I keep climbing this tree as old as the world
and have lost my voice here in the thin air.” ~ Jim Harrison

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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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