Poem: It Was Not Time,

It Was Not Time,

not for that,
it was time
for this, but
I started that:
I did not notice
what was undone,
did not think
of it at all,
because I was ready
for the other thing.
But I noticed,
I caught myself:
I am here now.
I did begin,
but I came back
before I finished
so I might restore things,
restore the proper order:
I will return
to finish
what was begun
when it is time,
when this is done
and it is time.

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