minutes

Minutes

funny how we have taken so many for granted

it is so ironic how some are so precious

to us

where is the balance

the equity

of our equanimity

where is the parity

in our conscious frailty

that of our perhaps civility

our humanity

in this inanity

where the insanity

becomes our reality

i have breathed here

this air

for over 22,000 days

some 31 million

680 thousand minutes

and still

i know not the value

of a single breath

just one more

is what we call for

as we endure this journey

through the in-climate weather

where we are tethered

so tightly to

the fear of death

which is always

but a breath away

some would say

Live for another day

but what is guaranteed to you

if we only knew

perhaps we would get on with life

in a different way

with out all the indifference

we play at

like our life depends upon it

so hard

want to know what a minute is worth

or a second

ask the family

of someone

who just lost a beloved

in a car accident

what another minute

might have meant

a minute earlier

through that intersection

a minute later

or

a minute more

to say that i love you

but one more time

before they had to go

minutes

cherish them

they could be the last one you have

or share

care for them

lose your fear of living

and live every minute you can

we wait in lines

hoping our minute will fly pass

and our turn will come

what line are you waiting in today

which way will you spend your minutes

will you think about those

you lost

forgotten

can you remember those

someone

anyone

you have spent a few precious minutes with

at some time so long ago

embrace that moment

are they still special to you

like the second, the minute

when you first looked upon your child’s face

do you remember that special space

when your joy overcame you

that minute still lasts

if you allow it to

hold on to it

minutes

minutes

i recall many minutes in my life

and i struggle to recall more

to this altar of my consciousness

that i may praise them

show my gratitude to them

for gracing me with their time

there are so many

and each brings a smile

as a gift

along with it’s arrival

not sure if i am finished with this or not . . .

Give me a few more minutes . . .

© 20 March 2013 : william s. peters, sr.