I eat up my day
like a hungry,
starved child,
grasping and
greedy,
out of breath
from wanting
more.
Even when
I have sliced the
pie of my
life,
I scrounge
for scraps to
fit in my rest
and solitude.
If I were kinder
to myself
I wouldn't have to
cram my day
to the second.
All I have
is now
and it is always
enough.
(Oct. 14, 2009)
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