I write about time a lot. Maybe I have too much time on my hands? Or maybe not as much as I'd like to have.
Another day,
Another cup of coffee,
One more walk in the park,
Stops at the bakery and market.
A day without plans..
Time to fill,
With as little or as much,
as I want.
Time with no obligations,
to anyone but me.
Time with nothing owed,
to anyone except myself.
Time to sit in a public place,
And pretend I’m invisible,
Watch people wandering, sitting, talking, laughing,
Wonder who they are,
Why they are here,
What they are talking and laughing about.
Another day,
to ponder
the passage of time,
Plan the future,
And enjoy
the present.
