and the clock strikes – Prose on day to day

morning filters through dancing curtains
eye lids flutter open, squinting at the sun
a new day, another has begun
rituals performed subconsciously
early morning till darkness falls
grabbing minutes from the clock
tasks needing to perform

traffic lights, idling engine
tapping fingers on the wheel
music keeping calm through
weaving cars and rage
brains not engaged
momentary blankness
remembering last; the locking of the door
seat belt click, now destination reached
dreamtime; with no eyes closed

from (a) to (b) no second thoughts
chores, steps of every day
mundane for the most part
like watching grass grow
(im)personal
we may question as we do
is this what life is all about
a vacuum something surely missed

so from time to time
when given the chance
catch sunshine in your hands
watch eagles soar
listen to the ocean
stand in rain
remember where you are
this life but once
not a dress rehearsal
embrace your moments
like I know you can

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I am not gloomy or down in the dumps when writing this – I thought I would add this note as I don’t want my readers thinking otherwise 🙂

Just driving my car

I was out driving this afternoon, not just randomly driving,  there was a purpose to it and as I drove I passed the street where Mr. S use to live – I smiled.

I saw an elderly lolly-pop man laughing and chatting to the school kids that he helped cross the road in safety – I smiled.

I watched people leaving the shopping centres laden with bags of goodies and stopped so that they could cross the street in front of my car – I smiled.

I let a person in the right hand lane come over into the left hand lane in front of me and he held his hand up to gesture thank you – I smiled.

I sat at the traffic lights waiting for them to turn green, watching 3 young mums holding their babies which all looked about the same age – I smiled.

I saw an elderly man driving his battery operated scooter, Australian flag at the back blowing in the wind, his crutches firmly secured – I smiled.

I looked at a woman walking down the street, trying to manage her 3 dogs on leashes – I smiled.

I borrowed Mr. S’s GPS for the trip as I wasn’t sure how to get there and I argued most of the time with the lady who gave me directions – I smiled.

I listened to the radio and heard that a man had lost his life in a car accident near to where I was driving – I didn’t smile,  but thought sadly that is life and the loss of one in the space of an hour.