If you didn’t have the time...?

Would you sleep a little longer?
buy that dress you saw in the window?
touch his face, comb his hair, fluff the pillow?

Would you forget the nagging vacuum?
leave the dirty glasses in their place?
toss the bills to the corner of the counter?
eat one more piece, drink one more glass?

If you didn’t have the time...?

Would you make love one more time,
go to that store you wish you’d gone to before.
Would you really care what they think,
or try to unclog that slow draining sink?

If you didn’t have the time...?

Would you care about the cellulite on your thighs?
Or the wrinkles gathering at the corners of your eye?
Would you smoke that last cigarette?
spend more tears or words on what you regret?

If you didn’t have the time...?

What would you spend that dollar on?
What would be left in that bank account?
Who would answer on the other end of the line?
What letter would you finally sign?

If you didn’t have the time...?

If tomorrow a storm did come,
steal your future with out a chance to protest?
Who would you be on the edge of the end?

If you didn’t have the time...?

(eric blauer 5.7.08)

This is a poetical reflection on the thousands of people in Burma that have died in the cyclone.
Life is but a quickly fading wisp of smoke...blown out in a tragic randomness that seems so frivolous.