Tick Tock

Written
2009

 Tick Tock

 

Yesterday afternoon

      I sat staring into space,

      as I often do,

      as the sun widens its venue.

A hazy image opened for me.

The polished marble

       had this etched message:

       “delayed consideration of mortality

        does not enhance the chance 

        of  immortality.

       Your chances are still zero."

Now what life reality prompted

       this grim message?

     

Dust covered the reality

      of mortality as I excavated sites

      in my youthful days,

       as an archaeology student.

No prompt there!

That handful of pills prescribed

      gave no hint of what

      not taking them might offer.

And none there!

It was not the trip to the hospital

       to clear up the artrial fibrillation.

Only concern was missing lunch.

Again not a hint.

Nor was it becoming an octogenarian,

      an old family tradition.

So no personal consideration there!

Reading the obit pages

      that could have been copied

      from my address book

      was more a sense of loss

      than a reason for concern.

Not even this was a personal message.

Eighty years having no end in sight.

Perhaps the beginning was

       the day I watched 

       the timer on the microwave tick away

        and for a moment saw

        an hour glass dripping sand

        and seconds.

But even then it is not consideration

       of my mortality.

Rather it was impatience

      because I had so much to do.

The marble slab

      with its somber message was the jolt I needed..

This morning I woke up with a full agenda.

So much to do and so little time

 

      Doug Minnis

December 1, 2009

 

 

 

Notes
This is the first of three planned poems about defining myself at a ripening old age. I had the poem in my head while away from my computer so I wrote and rewrote it in my head. Could not keep the other two out so I had to get this one written so I could work on the other two.