Tempus fugit, or fleeing time ;
Written on the face of an old clock,
From a forgotten time.
Fleeing time may carry my dreams.
Tomorrow may hold my fondest wish;
Or my closest friend.
But, for today I can only hope;
And wait for the passing of time,
And the revelation of dreams.
Vicky Hunt (September 3, 1988)
I was still 23 when I wrote this poem, but the clock predated the poem. I had found it at a flea market when I was 17, a miniature grandfather clock. I mused over the words on the face for several years, groping for the meaning. It took a while to figure it out in those days before internet and Google.
But, time does fly. I met Larry in September 2009. But, it seems like I've known him all my life. I remember I was extremely lonely before I met him, and I use the word extremely loosely, because there is really no word strong enough. So, it would seem it would have taken some time to get used to the idea of being married again, after 19 years of singleness, post divorce. It didn't work that way. I felt like he had been here forever almost immediately, even in a deja vu kind of way. I watched the movie "What Dreams May Come" recently with Robin Williams, and that is pretty much the way I felt when I first saw Larry. He was the missing half of me, me being a person who had gone through life feeling like half of me was missing. I can't explain it.
But, Joseph, in the Bible does a good job of explaining this thing between me and my husband.
Genesis 41:51 And Joseph called the name of the firstborn Manasseh: For
God, said he, has made me forget all my toil, and all my father's house.
So much profound lonliness and pain. And, God wiped it all away like an erased memory. I like that! People like to say that marriage and singleness are both gifts. I always felt like singleness is the waiting on the gift part. Now, I feel like I have a gift...and a wonderful gift he is! A good marriage is a blessing to be thankful for.