to move

To move beyond the moment,
embrace the touch of time,
surrender to eternity; such
destiny defined. And yet

in seeming silences, I
wait and ponder why, the
moment demands leaving,
when staying is required.

To move beyond the moment
seems surely to be wise,
and yet the heart calls halt;
suggests I wait awhile.

This constant inner battle,
this tussle of the soul, oils
the cogs of sanity, leaves
madness at the side.

And then in whispered
minutes, the pull of life
ensures, that moving on
is destiny; to stay is not

allowed. For straggling
in the hem of days, are
stories to be told, brushed
clean by steady movement:

all doubt is now resolved.