I Have the Time
Monday, Two Months Later by Rod McKuen from moment to moment, ©1974 Now I have the time to take you riding in the car to lie with you in private deserts or eat with you in public restaurants. Now I have the time for football all fall long and to apologize for little lies and big lies told when there was no time to explain the truth. I am finished with whatever tasks kept me from walking in the woods with you or leaping in the Zanford sand. I have so much time that I can build for you sand castles out of mortar. Midweek picnics. Minding my temper in traffic. Washing your back and cleaning out my closets. Staying in bed with you long past the rush hour and the pangs of hunger and listening to the story of your life in deadly detail. Whatever time it takes, I have that time. I've always wanted to watch flowers open all the way, however long the process took. I'd hoped that I might take you travelling down the block or to whatever. Now I have the time to be bored to be delivered to be patient to be understanding to give you all the time you need. Now I have the time. Where are you ?
You can listen to this poem read by the author HERE.