Sometimes I notice that time rules my days. Appointments and deadlines. Calendars. So much that pushes and pulls me out of the sweet refuge of the present moment. Urgency often, my own creation. Catching up. Falling behind. Sobriety and living with presence lets me slow time— living moments as they arise.
I’m a clock watcher without a clock
Living by counting ticks and tocks
Ticks and tocks rule my day
Stealing my soul a bit each time
Too early to wake
Too late to sleep
And so I think
The sweep of an imaginary second hand
Clears the path Time demands I walk
None of my clocks tick nor tock
Just little LED dashes with a couple of dots
That often seem quite out of touch
About the Author
Robert B is sober alcoholic in Madison, WI participating in AA and AlAnon at Fitchburg Serenity Club. He has been sober since April 21, 2007. He also began writing and sharing poetry on Facebook during his first year sober as part of his recovery from alcohol dependency, acute anxiety and chronic depression. He has found that creativity expressed primarily through writing poetry and playing various stringed instruments helped him heal and thrive.