Time

Eeking by..
Slip streaming
Thoughts, the days
Are minions
Holding space.

Voided and stamped,
Each one, into the next.
Living in moments,
No longer moments,
Past moments,
Filling space.

Smiles and babies,
Growing and fading.
Held them as infants
Now taller than me,
With attitudes to show
I don't know
Shit.

Is it time,
Stop being a gypsy,
Stop living in moments,
Go to an ashram,
Become celibate,
Save the children?
Bottle up this 40 something-ness and
Stop washing my hair?
Shit.