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Barbara Crooker: In the Middle

of a life that’s as complicated as everyone else’s,

struggling for balance, juggling time.

The mantle clock that was my grandfather’s

has stopped at 9:20; we haven’t had time

to get it repaired.  The brass pendulum is still,

the chimes don’t ring.  One day you look out the window,

green summer, the next, and the leaves have already fallen,

and a grey sky lowers the horizon.  Our children almost grown,

our parents gone, it happened so fast.  Each day, we must learn

again how to love, between morning’s quick coffee

and evening’s slow return.  Steam from a pot of soup rises,

mixing with the yeasty smell of baking bread.  Our bodies

twine, and the big black dog pushes his great head between;

his tail is a metronome, 3/4 time.  We’ll never get there,

Time is always ahead of us, running down the beach, urging

us on faster, faster, but sometimes we take off our watches,

sometimes we lie in the hammock, caught between the mesh

of rope and the net of stars, suspended, tangled up

in love, running out of time.


Copyright 2005 Barbara Crooker. From Radiance (Word Press, 2005).

Barbara Crooker’s many books include Some Glad Morning (Pitt, 2019). She lives in Pennsylvania.


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15 comments on “Barbara Crooker: In the Middle

  1. Lisa Zimmerman
    June 7, 2023
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    Lovely, lovely poem. And, sigh.

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  2. laure-Anne Bosselaar
    June 5, 2023
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    “Each day, we must learn

    again how to love,” — and how I love that daily re-loving!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. barbaracrooker
    June 5, 2023
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    Thanks so much, Sean!

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  4. Barbara Huntington
    June 5, 2023
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    And then we becomes alone, no close, no twine and grandchildren grow, the dog’s muzzle grays, and days become moments of still here.

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  5. Robbi Nester
    June 5, 2023
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    Wonderful poem that captures the rhythm of a life well-lived.

    Liked by 2 people

  6. Nolo Segundo
    June 5, 2023
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    Very good, with a great ending

    Liked by 2 people

  7. Sexton Sean
    June 5, 2023
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    She’s so great. Love this Thank you Michael—Sean

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