Days Gone By

by Mirabai Holland© 8-5-2023

Now every day, every hour, every minute, every second,

grabs me to stay conscious to live moment to moment.

One day at a time. Really? How come now?

It’s the glass with less and less sand with less and less left.


My love for all I love is always.

My breath is still constant in and out,

as my heart beats still every day

and my limbs and brain slow down.


So, what if I leave some clutter behind some unfinished ideas?

This is when I watch a cat stretch their legs a white furry belly ready for massage.

This is when I wake up and see a bright full moon,

above a stir less sea glowing its luminous light.


This is when I swim underneath a still Gulf of Mexico, the sand glowing underneath my feet.

When the aspens are turning golden and the air smells

of a thousand wildflowers at 9000 feet.

Or when a trusted friend cries and shares their deepest regrets and dreams.


Why do I ask for more? Yes

Days are going by,

and are messy with gaps of time.

Alive, Alive as days go by.



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