What if we are all secretly hoping

For one more breath, for one more day?

Knowing our place on this unpredictable globe,

Some part of us understands we are time-limited

That change stumbles upon us unaware

Disrupting our equanimity in ripples and waves.

If the grains of sand in the hourglass are draining,

What if there is only today? Only now?

Then perhaps we would take a few deep breaths

Doing what we must, choosing what we must,

Saying the words to the ones who matter

Maximizing the meaningful moments

With what time we have left.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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