3:20 PM
That parceled out portion of understanding
Failed again this day—
Lost my grasp on the time and missed my
3:18.
It was now after, just by a few minutes.
I’d lost that only one-time unique time.
The loss!
I’d never get that 3:18!
The failure!
How sad.
Like missing an eclipse just outside one’s door
Because the phone rang! Nothing…robocall!
So, on August 26, 2017 at 3:18PM, I was awaste on a rung phone,
And missed a piece of Only Once Ever.
Posted on September 2, 2017, in Poem and tagged eclipse, impermanence, loss, missed chance, missed opportunity, only once, robocall, the ringing telephone, Time, unique event. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
Kitt