Misty-eyed, I wait
Trembling to hear the news
It all has become the same
Distilled into one moment
Ties to the previous poem: Misty-eyed from “Mist rising”, repeating the theme of “future becomes the past” by emphasizing the loss of the sense of time passing.
My cat Nabiki fell ill suddenly and I had to take her to the vet. Since they had to fit her in between appointments, I ended up waiting all day, sick with worry about her.
Buddhism teaches that time is a human construct that causes suffering. There is no yesterday or tomorrow, only today, only this moment we live in. Unfortunately, this minute was all about anxiety and sorrow.