Now

“Our being is silent, but our existence is noisy.” Thomas Merton

day begins

glint of grey, 

gust nudges the curtain

sun lights my face

as from unfinished dreams 

I wake, 

eyes, 

wide, dazed

I rise

walk

now

into morning filled 

with shout of geese, 

trains blaring,

hurry,  can’t

be late,

now

into the shower, 

hot shock of water

wide-eyed

rush through

my scheduled day

eyes always on tonight, 

tomorrow

later...

no time for

now.