Apr 18, 2018 Original Poetry
Time Enough
©April 18th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
Longing comes in many forms:
Plants reaching for light;
Dogs yearning for the outdoors;
Squirrels chasing each other;
Lovers dreaming of each other,
Artists imagining perfection;
But what is this other longing –
The need for an ending?
The need to turn to the last page,
Secretly, without anyone knowing,
And peer in, hoping for answers?
I wish to disown it, to be
Content going from page to page,
Taking detours along the way.
But that other, secret longing persists:
To stand tall over the beginning,
The middle, and the end, and straddle
All the chasms with their tenuous bridges
And stare unblinkingly into a sky
Filled with stars, though I know
That this is the luxury of a life
Filled with time enough to stare.
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