Thursday, March 01, 2007

There Will be Time

There is time still
for sitting in cafes
in Paris
sipping wine.

Time still
for going to meet
the guru.

There is time still.

Now I am caring for eternity.
Carrying bodies soft with sleep to beds
of flowered quilts and pillows.
Answering cries deep out of nighttime fears.
Buckling shoes.
Opening doors.

My soul is now dwelling in the house of tomorrow.

Tomorrow there will be time
for long leisurely conversations,
for poems to write,
time still.

So I surrender now
to them and this,
knowing it is they
who will teach me
how to do it all.

~Peggy O'Mara