No, for real. Who would we be?
You want more time. Get an hour.
Just one free hour, to start with.
Don’t do one damned thing with it.
Don’t pray. Don’t watch a show. Don’t
Try to find your mind. Don’t soak,
Sip, tune in, draw, write, or think
Too much. Don’t treat don’ts as rules.
These are hints. Stand or sit. Stare
Or shut your eyes, but the trick
Is to not have tasks or plans
Or things to do with your hands.
You’ll be bored. You must be bored.
There’s a huge blank chunk of time
Curled in an hour with your mind.
Save one hour for the hour’s sake.
Set a bell, a watch, a clock
But not where you can see it.
Now wait. Wait. Sit on your hands
If you have to. Wait for it.
Feel it? It sits with you. It’s
Huge. At first you can’t stand it.
Then you think the clock has stopped,
The bell’s on mute, you did not
In fact set your watch. This hour,
It has to be up by now,
Right? It’s not. The strokes lie down
That you did not lay down. Paint
Dries. The light shifts in the sky.
Who are you now, hey? For real,
Who are you now? You’re an hour.
The same hour you could have napped
In a blink, walked in a daze,
Lost in a good book. The best
Way not to waste time’s to waste.
