On Time
A poem by Max Reif

On Time

Time, why do you fly
so quick, like a kite
I can’t control, whose tail
I jump for and it jumps
away, eluding me.

You have your own ways with us!
A certain thing I’m working on
early in the morning lasts
until I have to leave 
for an appointment,
before I’ve really finished!

Then, in the afternoon
I’m sitting at a café
table in eternity–
editing, reading, writing,
sipping mocha java

and again I must
disturb eternity
and drive home for dinner!
Dinner’s in eternity as well,
but it’s the flow that matters
and such things disturb the flow!

And don’t get me started on obligation 
and “the labor phase” of life!
Labor and leisure have
a challenged marriage.
Too much of either can be like
a taffy machine run amok!

Oh, Time, isn’t it time
I finally learn
the art  of balance>

About the Author:

Max Reif: ” The idea of creating “something that never existed before”, expressing beauty, truth, and maybe once in awhile even love, inspires me,” reads the epigram on my Instagram page. So, I continue to cruise through life, grateful to receive new inspirations for poems, stories, songs and paintings, all the while, working afternoons with small children at a preschool in Lafayette, CA at age 75!

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