My Poem “A Matter of Time”

I have always revisted the past...
I have always lived in the present...
I have always looked forward to the future -
and there are times when I experience
the past, the present, and the future collide:
as if something momentous has happened,
something revelatory,
something that reminds me,
yet again, that life is, essentially,
multidimensional verses of poetry,
and I get to see and understand
things
that I could not and would not
have been able to at any other time -
because I was not ready.

I remember so much...
moments mean more to me than most...
I keep touchstones of experiences
that enable me to travel through time
that can happen as slow and as subtle
as a raindrop falling from above,
or as fast and as forceful as a gust...
I can still recall how people looked,
how places were, what was said,
what song was playing on the radio -
in some cases more than others,
over the timeline of my life -
and when some moments, in particular,
do resurface and come back into focus,
it almost feels as if everything that
has happened and will happen
is all happening all at once.

In some ways, sometimes,
we all must change...
in some ways, sometimes,
we all must break the mould
that we have been cast in...
in some ways, sometimes,
we all must act and not necessarily know
what the next steps to take will be...
in some ways, sometimes,
it is better to not think too much
about what has yet to happen -
and sometimes it is good
to have a goal in front of you to focus on.

We are all pilots, as well as passengers,
travelling through the vortex of time
hoping that one day we will eventually
land and find ourselves somewhere
that will give us what we have been
searching for, without even knowing it...
we are all capable of extraordinary things
and each of us can do something
that uniquely defines us -
and yet, one thing that life teaches all of us
is that the moment that you think
you know it all or have seen it all
you will discover that you don't,
you haven't, you won't, and you can't;
and why?
Because sometimes we are
not meant to know everything -
only what we need to know,
but not always what we want to know;
because everything is a matter of time.

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