It isn't noon yet
October 10, 2011
I recently came across this poem and I like it. As a morning person I seldom need the buzz of an alarm clock to beckon me into the vastness of a new day. In God, life is a gift. I want to savor its moments and its people. It isn't noon yet.
A Day Is Vast
by Jane Hirshfield
A day is vast.
Until noon.
Then it's over.
Yesterday's pondwater
braided still wet in my hair.
I don't know what time is.
You can't ever find it.
But you can lose it.
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