One a Day: Daily poetry and journal posts: Spending our time

I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.

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Monday, August 16, 2021

Spending our time

August 16,1977 (I was 32)

Spending our time. Isn’t it a marvelous phrase? An honest idiom. Do you want to make an investment? I spent a lot of time on you. I spent time up in the hills. I spent time creating ways for others to spend time. I’ve spent time as if time did not exist. I spent time watching the elderly spending time wisely or childishly. I’ve spent time like money, expecting a guarantee. I’ve bought entire years I can’t remember and inexpensive moments I’ve never forgotten. I still find myself spending time regretting time lost and time spent waiting for another time. I may have arrived at an awkward time for you. You are racing with your own time.