TIME WELL SPENT 

 

If I did all the things 

I should do, or 

be doing,

I’d never be able to 

Do all that I want to do.

 

Like, 

Sit and watch the clouds 

brush against the sun… 

witness the sky blush. 

Feel the cool breeze 

pick a tune on my skin. 

Hear the distant waves 

keep rhythm with my heart. 

Hear my daughter’s laughter 

float to me in the air. 

 

And just sit and 

think… 

of the quay at Girvan, 

the wildness of Beas 

and Parvati, hugging the peaks, 

about towering trees, 

young, tender leaves, and 

daisies, daisies, daisies. 

Gurgling streams, 

Irish limestone cliffs, 

and, about 

nothing. 

 

Time well spent, 

Something whispers.