What it feels to respect time
It feels like the lightest, whitest cloud
No more thoughts of when this will be over
No more thoughts of please shut up –
of why did I do this
go there
or invite them
Only shut down negative ones
the ones that will not serve you
The very first morning chirp you hear
it’s your alarm to respect time
the next sound is of your own feet
as they touch down
Senses are your bell hop, bus boy and butler
of wishes
the hot smooth coffee
as it enters your throat
loosening up your new voice
the sound of a plan
for your day
A day
Just one day
Don’t allow haste, roll it up
burn it to smoke
Do what you do
to feel your best
Take on the ideas, tasks, and chores
Choose
Because when you understand
price tag of time, its precious worth —
nothing is to dread
Laugh
Cry
be puzzled and allow your emotions
to move through you
Listen
what you hear
what are you telling yourself?
Watch
what you see
intangibles like goodness or warmth?
feel the temperature around
What you appreciate
hot cinnamon tea on a cold rainy day
Remember the things that bring
Joy
photos, art, the memories made
Time
potential is the same for
everyone
What will you do with your 24?