In the late afternoon

A quiet comes over the room

Not as a surprise, but like a kind of

Afterthought, after you've found yourself

Sitting down, after racing around

In some sort of what you thought

Was meaningful way, but

Now that you

Take a deep breath, you

Realize that

Time is constant now, and that the

Running fast was to no avail

Because

Though you thought you were catching up, you

Were merely going in the same circle, the

One you have gone in

For so many years, that the habit

Itself seemed to give it meaning, bu

t Now that you have grown older, and have

Had time to sit down again, just as you had time

To sit down when you were young, you

Realize that you knew more then, but

Somehow you got trapped in those patterns

You thought were important, but really never were,

They were but patterns you learned When you were losing your way, I

Remember, Plato said it, that we are wise

When we are young, then we are

"educated" and lose our own way, but now

That you can sit down once again

Things are clear

There is no need to rush, all the

Work and all the tasks will beÊhere

Tomorrow anyway, just as they are here today

And it won't really make any difference

If you hurry or not, they'll get done, or

Maybe not done, but in the end

It won't really matter, because

Even if you die

Before they're done, someone else

Can take care of them, and if not

Then they simply won't get done

But none of this will matter to you

© 2003 - Sam Hamod