When Did The Clock Find The Wind?

When did the clock find the wind…to sprint like this?

And how could we not see its fleeing?

There were baby hugs

And finger paints

Mid-day naps

And lollipops

Sand in her tennies

And potted beans on the windowsill

Pound-puppies and princess’s ponies

And bubble gum and pig-tails

Now she wants to drive

And her iPod is in her backpack

With her cell phone at her ear

Long curly hair ironed flat in the mirror

And she’s ready for the prom

When did the clock find the wind…to sprint like this?


When we were young, we noticed that it took forever for special days to get here; whether they were birthdays, Christmases, the last days of school, etc…they took an eternity, as marked by our child’s minds that registered time’s passing by those ultra-special days coming and going.  Now that the years have gathered, so many more things mark time…payday Fridays, her birthday, your birthday, her mom’s birthday, vacation, the first day of school, early-release every third Thursday, progress reports, report cards, the annual re-bid at work, a trainee for five weeks, the boss is gone for two, the weekend stand-by form on every Thursday, monitor each employee every month, we just checked your messages, it’s Thanksgiving and now it’s New Years and another move or not, and Christmas or winter break is passed and past, and one more semester until it’s done, and this process takes four weeks and that one takes seven, and the puppy needs his next set of shots and three more months until that movie comes out, another week to read the book, pay this bill on the 15th and that one on the first, and pay it again on the 15th, and the other one again on the first, and next month there are three paychecks for you and for me, so we look forward to yours and to mine and we pay extra on this one and it’s time to trim the bushes again, and the bug-guy is here again, and it’s time to change your oil and rotate the tires again, and it’s her birthday again then mine and her mom’s and my mom’s and school’s out again for the year and then she’s 21 weeks along and they can do the ultra-sound and see if it’s a boy or a girl, and which type of paint and trim do we get and we’ll know pretty soon…it does seem to rush by, unbidden, just passing with speed beyond belief, sometimes like tempests and torn in the way, and images of youth and what used to be has gone in the swirling of leaves and thought and remembrance, our encumbered spirits and minds loose (not lose) those things of yesterday and try to gather them back again before they are ungraspable in their passing, gone in that spirit of has-been and collected somewhere up in the ether where lost thoughts and radio waves linger unhitched for evermore.  We used to think that our grandparents and parents were old or getting that way and now we find ourselves noticing the little lines by our eyes…and the ones that run down into our cheeks or spread like the sun’s rays from the corners of our mouths…we find that the singular gray hairs have multiplied into a profusion that creeps into our vision until it’s time to dye them again…or not…and the moustache had a couple and the chin several more and it’s no longer possible to trim that one or pluck it away as before…they aren’t going away…our memories hold when our bodies won’t…and our children are getting older…the lines on the door frame that used to be fun to mark once or twice a year are slowly catching-up with our chin and eye-level reaches…and we wonder where it’s gone…we wonder how it not only learned to sprint and spring away but to indeed flee and leave us watching…making yet more notes of its passing…she was only 11 months-old when we saw her the first time and she just turned 13 years-old…another was captured in a picture at almost three years-old with her arm in a cast and now she’s 26 years-old…and the first-born is crowing at 28 years…and those in between with babies and lives and house-payments and then…and my friend, Byron, whose gentle soul found the words that title this writing, noticed in awe the beauty and unbelievable 16 years of his daughter as he took her to school one day last week…it struck him how she’s not that little girl anymore who used to crawl into his lap with a favorite book or doll and sit there playing with his chin…time has fled with that little one and brought a beautiful young lady to take her place…unbeknownst to anyone watching…suddenly she is here…and we wonder again…where did the clock find the wind to sprint like this?


Thank you, Byron.



14 responses

  1. me

    so, so, so sad.

    December 12, 2009 at 8:06 am

    • seekraz

      Yep…kinda like that…. 😦

      December 12, 2009 at 8:08 am

  2. Norva-Toreador

    “Now she wants to drive, And her iPod is in her backpack, With her cell phone at her ear….” It’s really…. 😥

    I love this ❤

    eemmm seekraz do u like china?

    December 12, 2009 at 9:28 am

    • seekraz

      Yes, Norva-Toreador, it is kind of sad…but it’s real…watching our children grow, leaving their innocence behind and becoming knowing adults with all their concerns.

      Thank you for your comments.

      Do I like China? I’ve never been there, but the country looks beautiful in pictures and the culture is fascinating…so I guess the answer is ‘yes,’ I do like China. 🙂

      December 12, 2009 at 9:42 am

  3. me

    i did not know you liked china. hayne likes china.

    December 12, 2009 at 7:15 pm

    • seekraz


      December 12, 2009 at 7:30 pm

  4. Norva-Toreador

    Wow~ i live in china now,it’s beautiful but……i don’t know ..it’s really not suit me.;-( i have to go to school every day,it’s too tired 😥 and just call me claudia 😉

    December 12, 2009 at 7:44 pm

    • seekraz

      It sounds like a great opportunity…going to school over there. Hopefully you have the time and the ability to travel and see more than just the city where you live. And I will call you Claudia…thank you. 🙂

      And thank you for visiting the blog again!

      December 12, 2009 at 7:54 pm

  5. You really did Byron a justice with this writing sir. Even got me a little choked up, if I’m being honest. One thing it reminds me of is the importance of making it count. Stop sitting on my ass. Time to hoist a sail and ride the same wind that the clock is journeying with, rather than remaining stationary and watching it float by.

    December 13, 2009 at 6:23 pm

    • seekraz

      Thank you for your nice words, Jason…and I’m glad the article touched you. I suppose the challenge is in there, too, that we should make it count…time is moving right along and we have to take advantage of it while we have it and are able to do something with it. Thank you for the added perspective.

      December 13, 2009 at 9:13 pm

  6. Wow.. this post made me realize how important it is to live for your childhood, because it goes by so fast.
    This was an amazing post. I love it.

    It makes me smile, but frown at the same time, and in some ways I know that my parents are probably feeling the same way.

    I must remember that I was once their little girl too.
    Thank you for sharing.



    December 14, 2009 at 4:54 pm

    • seekraz

      Hello again, xescape…I’m glad you enjoyed the post and that it made you think about your childhood. I would think, too, that your parents might feel the same way…and I would guess rather confidently, that they probably still do consider you to be their ‘little girl.’ When our children become wonderful and striving adults, they somehow remain our precious little boys and girls…because we still love them so. 🙂

      And you are very welcome…thank you for visiting and sharing your comments, Miss Xescape. 🙂

      December 14, 2009 at 5:26 pm

  7. byronhj

    I am sitting here several days after reading this for the first time, and I still get these damned watery eyes and tight chest as I choke down a sob.

    I am sure that I dont want my daughter to NOT grow up and live a full and wonderful life as an adult, I want her to grab life and squeeze all the good she can find out of it, its just that I want to hold onto my place as Daddy. I guess the scary part is that I have not yet discovered whether or not this is a “can’t have your cake and eat it too” situation or if it can all come together in some way that I don’t yet see. (On a side note, she has become a really outstanding and funny young woman that I thoroughly enjoy talking to and hanging out with.)
    I guess it should be no surprise that, again, the future is at once scary and very exciting.

    Not for the first time Scott, I am moved by your story telling, you have very accurately verbally illuminated feelings for me and I am grateful.

    December 15, 2009 at 8:19 am

    • seekraz

      It is such a difficult spot to be in, Byron, wanting to hold-on to and cherish the childhood of our little ones, while we are amazed at them for having grown into such wonderful adults and friends. It sounds like you have a great foundation already laid that will reward your concerns, and your heart, with the fulfillment of your desires for the future. But yes, that future, again, is at once scary and exciting.

      I am touched, Byron, by your being so moved by my thoughts and story-telling. I owe this one to you, though, for inspiration. You, too, have a bit (and much more) of the poet and sage within yourself. Thank you, my friend.

      December 15, 2009 at 9:41 am

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