Just Time



Just time.

Just time in which to write.

To write about having six minutes left.

Six minutes left to write about something before

midnight. Midnight or midlife, for me, the day is still young

enough to take more of what I have to give to it – more of my thoughts

about what it is to now have just three minutes left to form a worthwhile poem

before midnight. Two more minutes and I’m not at all sure that these words are what is

left of today.


No more yesterday time.

Just today time. More never-ending today time in which to write more of the something;

the something that will, before mid-day, be a something that is worthwhile and worth the

time you’ve spent in waiting for that something that you are hoping will halt the flow, as

I write may way through all of my mid-points.


Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019


Image by Jan Vašek from Pixabay

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: