A Matter of Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

We are born, we live and then we die. Three phases of our actuality. That is the simple narrative of our existence.

A MATTER OF TIME

By Al Garcia

We are born, we live and then we die.  Three phases of our actuality.  That is the simple narrative of our existence. 

What complicates the simplicity and authenticity of our existence is what happens in between each phase of our reality.  Being born is the easy part.  Living and dying is when and where the disposition of our character, our potency and our weaknesses reveal themselves and define the living, breathing, thinking silhouette of the creation that time has helped to mold and cast upon the fragile and evolving landscape of emotions and sensations.

We are the consciousness of dreams that escaped the bounds of an emotion.  We are a matter of time, wrapped and swaddled in stardust and gales of cosmic winds that divulge the awareness of each moment and each season.  And while we attempt to understand the simplicity and authenticity of living, we presume to take command of the tempestuous winds that whirl and spiral the rudiments of our brief existence, like trying to catch rays of sun that scatter and shatter, or attempting to count the gains of sand on a lonely beach, or trying to explain how some moments dissolve into memories – all unachievable, unattainable, unimaginable. 

We are creatures stitched with strands of time, attempting to elude the slowly fading and waning cadence of the echoes of the universe and beyond.  It is the very sound of time that adjusts the rhythm and the cadence of our hearts.

How contemptuous of the human mind to endeavor to deceive or disrupt the purpose or design of the consciousness of time.  It is time that controls and creates and evolves.  It is time that ignites the spark of our lives, and time that stops a beating heart. 

Life is nothing but a matter of time – moments and seconds, days and seasons, that consume and devour the essence of us, while we strive to understand the meaning of our brief existence. 

We fear the dark, the unknown beyond, and the shadows of the night.  Yet we embrace the beast that stalks, pursues and steals each moment and each emotion of our lives – the very essence of time.  Time, the faceless fiend that deceives and betrays us, and that feeds on ever-evolving, but often discarded, abandoned or slaughtered dreams, left to wallow in a sea of shifting sands.

Life is nothing but a matter of time.  Just listen to the ticking of the clock . . . it is the sound of time, crying for the dying moments that will never be again. 


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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