Creatus Annus, 355:00:00:00
Time works in such mysterious ways huh? Sometimes saying “I’ll do it latter” can lead you to the wrong paths.
All the Time in the World.
Long ago, on heavy rainy day,
maybe in place you may never discover,
a little bird stopped by my window,
perhaps seeking refuge from the sky’s crying.
It flopped it’s wings and dry it’s feathers,
it sang a melody to make itself known.
I looked at the bird and with stupid confidence,
decided “I’ll take care of you latter, I have all the time in the world.”
But the next morning when drops still poured,
when I thought I was free, not a care at all,
two little birds stood by my window,
singing a melody to make themselves known.
And I sighed “I’ll take care of you latter, I have all the time in the world.”
Hours turned into days,
days into weeks,
weeks into months,
yet it didn’t matter to me.
I was too focused on the rain,
on how heavens bleed in agony,
that I did not notice the birds by my window,
and their unstoppable chanting.
After all, I’ll take care of them latter, I have all the time in the world.
Until one day the glass shattered into pieces,
until one day I recalled the two little animals.
I expected them to come fly and settle in,
my, the surprise when a million birds stormed without warning.
Yet, what was I hoping?
What was I yearning to happen?
If you don’t let a bird inside once,
do not think it will forget and retire.
And a bird will look for a friend,
and that friend for a friend.
So better open the window sooner,
better not pay attention to the rain anymore.
Because before you can notice,
a million birds will be inside your home.
Before you can notice, you will not have all the time in the world.