The Little White Space

There is always time. 

Time for another cup of tea 

or to stretch and yawn. Time 

to work out; ‘break a sweat’ 

is how they put it. 

When I pay attention to the 

tick, tick, tick of a clock it 

seems that time has its own 

space ~ that little white space 

between one black line and 

the next. So it would seem that 

there is no time to get even 

the tiniest things done except 

to take a breath. The birthing 

of green eyed digital clocks 

made time a lot easier. At least 

one would think so; never seeing

the little space of time between 

the black marks; never hearing 

the tick, tick, tick like a tiny 

hammer on our brain. But no, 

we all just sped up, ignoring 

the passage of time. Getting 

out of breath and wanting a 

tall oaken grandfather clock 

in the corner so we could see the 

pendulum swing and hear the 

tick, tick, tick of the clock. Then 

we would know that there is always

time in that little white space that is life.

“Time is what we want most, but what we use worst.”

~ William Penn