Shall I Give You This Moment, Too?
By Jane Tawel
December 8, 2021
Shall I give you this moment, too?
I gave you most of yesterday.
My fallow brain,
was trained upon,
the shallow depths and weedy ways.
Shall I give up the narrow Way,
of seeing teacups and seeing light;
to wallow more in thoughts most fey
and things that haunt both day and night?
Yes, haunt!– for these are spirits dim,
and not the moment I’m within.
To let the future or the past
steal yet more moments that won’t last,
is like a little death, each day,
and not True Life in The True Way.
It matters not if good or bad,
the things I think upon.
It’s not about you, unless you’re here.
And if you are, I’ll hold most dear,
my task to focus, until you’re gone.
But then – goodbye. We’ll both be free
until the next time you see me.
I seek a different Point of View.
Enough! Enough, I say!
I have anew, this gift, this day;
I’ll not waste it on you.
© Jane Tawel, December 2021