Of Undefined Measure

What season is this in which life calls
the mind’s unceasing attention
to its brevity and how the time falls,
demanding strength in capacity; retention?

Maturity’s promise; some time and peace;
situations well earned beyond the effort…
Actuality does not deliver; no true release –
There’s little time, and no realized comfort.

To slow down, though the clock persists,
a downward spiral, to which age gives purchase.
Work harder, push further, but the body resists –
a formidable effort, and the mind must assess.

A lifetime behind, the future unknown
each moment of love, life’s precious treasure,
fabric of the past from which the future is sewn –
elusive considerations the mind tries to measure.

©Lin Cava
26-February-2009