I Have the Time

Monday, Two Months Later
by Rod McKuen
from moment to moment, ©1974


Now I have the time
to take you riding 
       in the car
to lie with you in private deserts
or eat with you
       in public restaurants.

Now I have the time
for football all fall long
and to apologize
for little lies and big lies
told when there was no time
to explain the truth.

I am finished
with whatever tasks
kept me from walking
in the woods with you
or leaping in the Zanford sand.

I have so much time
that I can build for you
sand castles out of mortar.

Midweek picnics.
Minding my temper in traffic.
Washing your back
and cleaning out my closets.
Staying in bed with you
long past the rush hour
and the pangs of hunger
        and listening 
to the story of your life
in deadly detail.

Whatever time it takes,
I have that time.

I've always wanted
to watch flowers open
all the way,
however long the process took.

I'd hoped that I might
take you travelling
down the block
or to whatever.

Now I have the time
to be bored
to be delivered
to be patient
to be understanding
to give you
all the time you need.

Now I have the time.
Where are you ?

You can listen to this poem read by the author HERE.

Everydays into Holidays

In Case You Didn’t Know
by Rod McKuen

Some days up ahead
will come down empty
and some years fuller
than the fullest one
we've known before.

Today has been
the best day yet.
                I thought
you ought to know that,
and I thought it time
that I said thank you
for whatever might have
passed between us
that in your mind
you might have felt
missed my attention.

It didn’t
and it doesn’t
and it won’t.

Thank you
for the everydays
that you make
into holidays.

I close up
more often now,
not just to you
but even to myself
                 within myself.

I know I should
be always open.
At least I ought to make
               a better try.

I will.

When the library at the college Mona works for moves a book out of rotation, they put it out on a table for anyone to have.  We've found some treasures in their trash.  The poem above is from moment to moment by Rod McKuen, ©1974.

McKuen reminds me of Ringo Starr.  There isn't a lot of nuance or metaphor in their poems or songs; you don't have to wonder, "What is he trying to say?" because he's come right out and said it.

For better or for worse.