Hiatus

Hiatus

Those gaps so precious
          not to be wasted
dangling time
         the cusp of arrivals
and departures
         the moment before
the rose blooms
         or dinner is served

We should be alive
         to dead time
seize every moment
          : savour
doing nothing
         it really is our us-time
to fill with thoughts
         of love and memories
of love and quiet prayers
         for ever greater love
No such thing
         as waiting : there is
only living and breathing
          we’re here for the ride
until it grinds
         to an untimely halt

John Lyons

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