When the time comes


Body like a stone.
Heavy like a stone.

at the edge of wakefulness,
at the edge of awareness,
at the edge of perception.

At the edge of comprehension,
when there is no way back,
when one can’t wake up and live,
when the way leads just to falling asleep.

The door is getting closed
to be opened
when the time comes.



  1. Well, my friend, at the risk of showing my ignorance, let me see if I "get" this. It seems to be describing those moments when, on the verge of wakefulness, you know you need to get up and get going; but you just can't get fully awake or drag yourself out of bed. Am I close? In any case, I love the accompanying photo. You captured a great perspective of that clock.

    1. Linda, I’m pleased you like the photo, I tried to get the best out of it. Now, at the risk of showing MY ignorance, I’ll try and explain the thoughts. 🙂

      When it comes to the experience this little ‘poem’ is based on, you got it right. A few days ago I went to bed in the evening and after a while my husband came and wanted to speak with me but I was so tired and feeling so heavy that although I knew he was there, I wasn’t able to respond properly, I wasn’t able to wake up from that in-between condition.

      So that was the experience and this is its description, sort of. But I would take it much further, I would stretch it and apply it also to other situations, e.g. to a situation when you are supposed do something but you are aware of it just at the edge of your consciousness and for whatever reason you’re unable to do that and figuratively “fall asleep” to be woken up “when the time comes”. When the conditions change or when you’ll have used the time you need for the realisation. I hope it sounds comprehensible…

    1. Sandy, I’m happy you like it! You will not believe it but it has something to do with you. The poem is based on the recent experience I described in my reply to Linda’s comment, and I wrote it down after reading quite extensively about haiku at the end of last week when you challenged me to give it a try. This is obviously not haiku but it was inspired by some of its principles…

    1. Michelle, thank you, I’m pleased you like the image. I wouldn’t have said this photo would look good on its own but when I was looking for a photo showing time to accompany the words, I came across this one, and after a bit of editing it seemed excellent for this purpose.

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