Space between the Moments

(5-4-99)

by David B. Rhaesa

Listening to John Watching the Wheels Go Round and Round Doing my own time Had just felt useless enough To check the classifieds for part-time work I wonder if I’m lucky that I wasn’t competent? The days drag sometimes They race sometimes The world is busy and I’m not The space between my moments is vast Leaving eternity and infinity nearly to miss you. Living is the space between the moments Maybe I should get a life! Wouldn’t that be simple. I think I’ll just do laundry instead. That will fill some of the space between the Here and the Now. Am I really this ethereal on a Tuesday morning? It usually is at least Thursday before I get to here.