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Time ticks away.
Upon this time we have come. Some things lost. Some things gained.
Some that have stayed the same. The pendulum that swings left to right.
The perfect balance in constant flux.
A clock that ticks faster the older we get. And yet has been holding that same steady constant rhythm since I became aware. Tick, tick, tick......
I look past. And think about tomorrow.
Stuck. Stranded. Mired in human routine. Pay the bills. Go to work. Make a difference.
Those days of past were golden. But a new age has begun. The pendulum continues to swing.
The mind soars above and beyond the cosmos to far away places. On feathers I fly beyond human confine.
Science, by some, may leach the art of my devotions. Yet art is science. Both fiercely engaged in the pursuit of something bigger than ourselves.
Lost I was in my early studies of biology. Now I find myself back at her doorsteps decades later.
Migration. Hibernation. Leaves drop. Older I become. One cycle laps into another.
In the background, the clock on the wall ticks. Ticks. ticks away........
Written after a few glasses of Pinot Noir:) More to come....
Upon this time we have come. Some things lost. Some things gained.
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| Kaibab Squirrel |
Some that have stayed the same. The pendulum that swings left to right.
The perfect balance in constant flux.
A clock that ticks faster the older we get. And yet has been holding that same steady constant rhythm since I became aware. Tick, tick, tick......
I look past. And think about tomorrow.
Stuck. Stranded. Mired in human routine. Pay the bills. Go to work. Make a difference.
Those days of past were golden. But a new age has begun. The pendulum continues to swing.
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| Mule Deer |
The mind soars above and beyond the cosmos to far away places. On feathers I fly beyond human confine.
Science, by some, may leach the art of my devotions. Yet art is science. Both fiercely engaged in the pursuit of something bigger than ourselves.
Lost I was in my early studies of biology. Now I find myself back at her doorsteps decades later.
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| Wild Turkeys |
In the background, the clock on the wall ticks. Ticks. ticks away........
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| Western Bluebird |
Written after a few glasses of Pinot Noir:) More to come....
