Clap your hands and we are gone

Flipping through my “work” notes I came upon this poem. Procrastination hits my work assignments too, sometimes. Many were the mornings I’d play a game of solitaire on my computer or do the cryptic crossword to get the cogs in my brain moving. In Halifax a young friend, Crystal, taught me how to do the ‘Cryptoquote’ a good solid brain-teaser, perfect to start the creative juices flowing. And now what do I find among my notes…

We are stardust, we are ephemera

Is that why our lives are so shallow in every way?

Unconsidered, unthought out, unplanned

There was a time when spontaneity

sparkled, lit up our unplanned lives

Today it’s lost its sparkle

Today everything sparkles

Flat, planned permanence and stability

Rock-solidity are spurned

Labelled boring, dull, unexciting

So we chase another dream

And yet another

Flickering flames of fantasy

Chimera

Forever just there

Just out of reach.

And so we are forever running

Like Alice, twice as hard

Not realizing that Time and Space

Run with us

So we get nowhere

Our eyes always on tomorrow

We don’t see today

Nor realise that the here and now

Are a gift

That the ancients called

The present.