on the subject of time...

the time is moving
like a fanned tail in water
rush back to the start

 every day i have been writing haiku. it serves as my comment on the day. summer passes quickly and i wonder at how time moves with fits and starts these days. incredible bursts of creativity and motion, balanced by times when i feel so still that even the air current around me feels startling. i feel like i am separating out parts of my life for review. writing about the past too much makes me overly nostalgic, so i have to find ways to pull myself from it to make new memories. i throw myself around the city in an almost manic search for inspiration. i am tempted, from time to time, to write a letter asking for a muse. however, i already know how all-encompassing those can be. i try to be realistic about how much attention i would have for a muse if one did happen to come my way. instead i try to make good decisions, and edit everything down to what i know i will want to carry forward once the fall arrives. i try my best to heed all the good advice that i have been getting lately, to make the best of all the time that my life has given me this summer. it's the first time in forever that i have felt like i have an abundance of time on my hands. i am enjoying not being in a rush for once in my life, no matter how busy i keep myself.