On Tuesday the moon was still up when I walked to the lake in the morning. I was in the slot, now. Like being at the airport on one of those skywalks when you know you’re about to go time carries you off, and won’t let you loose.
I was supposed to do this trip a year ago, but because I hired a bad passport renewal service my passport didn’t arrive until the day after my flight left so I had to cancel it. I could reschedule within a year and pay a penalty, so I did.
If they say time isn’t real than why do I feel its presence inside me? Is it an ache for something I had, or a flutter for something I don’t? Is time the perception of loss, or the anticipation of something more?
On the day I was supposed to leave for that trip I got up at 4 AM and drove to the coast, then hiked by myself for 50 miles. There was really no way to replace an imagined trip to the Alps, but I tried.
And now I am so near the border between here and there, so close to leaving that I can feel what it will be like when I’m there. It’s like being in both places and neither at the same time, blurred—and we are always like that, between the here and there, nowhere, feeling as if we should.
Bill Pearse 
limbo is a tough place to balance
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Still I like those walkways/skywalks at the airport. You just have to stand there.
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yeh, something about it is always kind of surreal, isn’t it? i always feel like i’m in a futuristic b-movie of some sort.
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And airport lighting can make you feel that way.
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A 50-mile hike … I feel your pain.
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Took 4-5 days but needed to get that out of my system! No looking back, right?!
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Never! Something might be gaining on you … (said Satchel Paige, I think.)
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Time is a concept used for measurement, just as a centimeter is a concept used for measurement. It’s the pull that is real, not time. Another word for the pull is longing. You’re on to something there.
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I know, I get the measurement part but then I get tripped up over the perception of space and acquisition or something. All this is well beyond me but fun to grapple with. I like the skywalk image, going to get on one of those today and see how it feels.
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It’s not beyond you. Not to mention you’ve got poet blood, which gives you a leg up. Search your feelings, young Skywalker, you know it to be true.
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Poet blood is the best phrase of the week. Have been chewing on that many hours now. No good getting into local time zone but works well for the sunrise. ‘Morning.
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“Are we here yet?” – existential kids in the back seat
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I think para 3 is superb. A question poem, complete in itself. I’d probably change the word ‘anticipation’ to ‘hunger’ but that’s just me. Never satisfied, never content.
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“If they say time isn’t real than why do I feel its presence inside me? Is it an ache for something I had, or a flutter for something I don’t? Is time the perception of loss, or the anticipation of something more?” that is so beautiful.
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Thanks Billy! I don’t think I’ll ever figure out the time thing, or get tired trying to…happy you enjoyed it and thanks for letting me know. Bill
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