Today’s date is made of numbers
Though not traced to a true Day 1
Did time begin with the first Big Bang?
Or the lighting of our sun?
Did our own clocks start with a birthday?
Or nine months before in the womb?
While Earth spins and marks days passing
Tick-tock, toward the tomb
Every second left us is precious
Wanting neither good nor ill
A fragment of a lifetime
To be bent to serve one’s will
Which sea denies the pull of the moon?
What puppet dances to its own tune?
A barbed and chastening valentine
No choice at all; the fault’s all mine
Could do better, the report card says
But how to change one’s errant ways?
Alas, some choices can’t be mended
Outcome’s not as was intended.
Each act’s curtain draws to a close
Why it matters, none other knows
Who is for the cut and thrust?
With nowhere else to go
Hide still now, if now you must
Keep your head down low
Know only this of him behind
Who, watchful, stalks in shadows
Listening quiet, never blind
Unseen, but all, he knows
If any can show what many cannot
With courage in adversity
Hold things together; not lose the plot
But show the timorous pity
Then they will reap as they have sown
Lauded by their peers
Who then may boast that they have known
A few who conquered their fears
See, the world is still out there
Beyond the glass and frame
Lit by sun that breaks in here
Warming me the same
Sky shimmers in summer heat
Birds dash about for food
I rest on the window seat
In melancholy mood
I ponder on the happy scene
Of plants and living things
Wondering what it all means
And envy birds their wings
Perfection is unachievable
Aspiring to it is not
Peace of mind: A state of bliss brought about by the absence of thought or the inability to grasp reality.