This is a great poem

I heard this poem on NPR and it said so much to me about life and time.

Poem: "In The Middle" by Barbara Crooker from Radiance. © Word Press, 2005. Reprinted In

The Middle of a life that's as complicated as everyone else's, struggling for balance, juggling time.The mantle clock that was my grandfather's has stopped at 9:20; we haven't had time to get it repaired. The brass pendulum is still,the chimes don't ring. One day I look out the window,green summer, the next, the leaves have already fallen,and a grey sky lowers the horizon. Our children almost grown,our parents gone, it happened so fast. Each day, we must learn again how to love, between morning's quick coffeeand evening's slow return. Steam from a pot of soup rises,mixing with the yeasty smell of baking bread. Our bodiestwine, and the big black dog pushes his great head between;his tail, a metronome, 3/4 time. We'll never get there,Time is always ahead of us, running down the beach, urgingus on faster, faster, but sometimes we take off our watches,sometimes we lie in the hammock, caught between the meshof rope and the net of stars, suspended, tangled upin love, running out of time.