A Week of Love Poems – Day 3

Tempus Fuget

Translating the ancient language of our long marriage-
Our vocabulary of years, memory and choices:
Love as verb
Cor ad cor loquitur…Heart speaks to heart
Love as noun
Amor vencet omnia…Love conquers all
But in the diagramming of that sentence is the lie-
Time, not love, is the conqueror
And our end is closer than our beginning.
Eheu fugaces labuntur anni
Alas the fleeting years slip by
In ictu oculi
In the blink of an eye….
Tempus fuget
time flies.

all the time in the world

“Time is the longest distance between two places.”
― Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

going isn’t easy
and staying isn’t hard
it’s the in between of it
that dawdles and drags its feet
time is fast
in the going and staying
but the in between time
the every- day
day in and day out
slows time
truck stuck in the mud slow
bogged in the weeds slow
held fast in the briars slow
stung with the common
day after day after day
whistling past the graveyard
of lapsed time
never to be redeemed
into golden coins
just dross and chaff
and the leavings of leftover
afternoons
and mornings
and midnights
when we were easy
in our minutes and hours
and there was still all the time in the world