An Awkward Time

Alfred Leslie  Christies.com

Alfred Leslie
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An awkward time
this living in`between
the already and the not`yet
one foot on the sand of eternity
the other foot stuck in muck
one eye on the sunset
one on the sunrise

We pack the past
into cardboard boxes
books that spoke our name
photo`albums showing our face
as it appeared in our youth
certificates credentials
past qualifications

We must leave all
behind to be so light as
to step this world to the next
even that old plaid flannel shirt
in which we lived at the last
naked we once arrived
naked we will leave

An awkward time
this living in`between
the already and the not`yet
It is the burden of age to wait
spirit`ready but body`held
by years that have not
yet been unwound

“I have come to think of this strangeness as a consequence of having a heart
that now lives in two worlds, a heart that has been torn open toward eternity
even as I continue to open my heart to this life, to what is here and now.”                                                                                                                                        ~ Jan Richardson

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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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9 Responses to An Awkward Time

  1. succinct – and I often wonder if any of the things we leave behind will be treasured, or even kept, by our children…

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  2. bernecho says:

    Loved, trying very hard to tread lightly!

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  3. the longer I spend in between, the more I lose sight of where I was and where I’m going

    Like

  4. “spirit`ready but body`held
    by years that have not
    yet been unwound”

    Those are beautiful lines.

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  5. Reality in lovely words. As I approach 84 it is quite meaningful. Thanks.

    Like

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