Reflections on Time

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it’s face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

(lyrics)

our time is marked by segments

years – months – days – hours – minutes

some are in the light

&

some are in the dark

&

some are inbetween.


what marks the transition from sleeping time

to doing time?

what starts the day?

Light?

Scheduling?

Demands?


Where when and why do our days end?

Not our total days, but each day?

de⋅mar⋅ca⋅tion

1. the determining and marking off of the boundaries of something.

I have been wondering,

indeed pondering

the concept of demarcations

in this season of my life

– ought they to be set by me?

or by the coming and going of others?

by nature, at the going down of the sun etc



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