280. Stagnant 

The thing I fear the most in life is wasting time. Perpetually scooping out watery seconds, minutes, hours, days and weeks from the limited bucket that is my life, I feel constantly pressured to achieve things in the short term. I am deeply frightened of stagnation. I found this strange grafitti whilst trudging along an underpass the other day. I can’t say that I fully grasp the meaning of the words slapped hastily on concrete, but I do infer a message that aligns quite neatly with the persistent nagging in the back of my mind that I am wasting time. I wrote this haiku about time. 

Never have more, lost

Always chasing time, we’re not, 

Able to have back 

(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Toronto, 2016) 


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