One Minute History
The funky fortune of time
Ticks like a heavy heartbeat
Easily encompasses the organism
Builds sensitivity searches within
As terrific tender tentacles reach out
Ever active to find and forage -
Fantastic food, creative clothing, odd objects
Incessant until the tedious tired brain rings a bell
Of rest – stop – recoup – recharge
And at dizzy days end
We add up admirably our deeds and misdeeds
Some with joy and jubilance
Others with concern and misgivings
Selective summation of new totality
Recount the savvy spin
From the myriads of mundane to decisive
Search eager events of earlier hours
Our one-minute history of this day
Eager advice given, things and more things bought
Planned and spontaneous fix, E-mail, creative conclusion
The rip-roaring rich, full day of activity
The criticism, huzzahs, thank you,
Haste and hurry before dawn
Like water running between fingers
So day’s event visibly slip through
No second chance, no return – too late
The gift of day devoured, dissipated, and done
Better tomorrow – our turn again
(For more of Arthur's poetry, see poetrypearls.com, artspoems.com, or Google "Arthur Weil Poetry Books". )
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