There are lines of time
we feel compelled to follow.
Hoping to string together
Some sage understanding
To this existence of experience.
In the joy and burden of
Senses ebb and flow through the waves.
Today, I met another stringmaker,
Not your everyday occurrence, then…
I knew today wasn’t your ordinary everyday.
Lately, I’ve considered wearing a watch again,
Something I’ve not done for 15 years or so…
As a charm of sorts to keep the chaos at bay…
Maybe an experiment in order is in order,
Maybe, just for a day.