Time (and Advice) in Consideration: a poem

Days crawl
Going slowly
In the moments
We notice: we’re unchanging.

Until we notice: that we are
Or that we did.

When did we?

We’re keeping pace
Keeping up
‘Til were not.

Then we stall.

We take stock.

Each day
Each moment
Each notice, minted
– Magnificent.

It’s tough to reason
How we plan the seasons
As though we stand cemented
In familiar conventions.

But we change
With the seasons
We’re affected.

It’s more than depressive.

We’re so inchoate.

We don’t know it.

But we think we do.

So we say, “Be like me.”

I’m happy. Take a leave.

Or stay. Either way.

You’ll be fine.