Story of the Month

Time Drills Its Way by Selwyn Morgan

Time beats a drum, its tempo increasing with age. Along the way, we bookmark life’s landmarks, our triumphs and our trials, and memories often seem as if they were only yesterday. The progress of time tugs at our sleeve, loosening our hold on the moment, and encourages us to focus on the horizon. When we were young, the future was the imperative, the prize awaited around the next turn. Behind was another existence,where tasks born of ambition had been accomplished, and Life’s failures were soothed in a balm of irrelevance.

Too soon, we find the beat of time loses its certainty. A snare wire is orchestrated into its drummed tattoo, introducing a hesitant paradiddle… Our doubts cast a shadow uponTime’s continued progress.The solar drill of the Sun through the heavens sustains the beat of each passing year, as the planets sweep out their helical path in pursuit. As new memories are formed, ourpast and its memories dim with each twist of the diamond-tipped, solar bit. We age in the swarf of the Sun’s rays.

Our imperatives shift…
Our stored memories become more important to us than the events on the calendar yet to be turned. We struggle to refresh and colourise our past. Time becomes about what was and what is… We neglect the when in our lives. Beyond the horizon, ‘when’ masks a sinister face, a reverse side that has remained unseen by the lucky toss of life’s coin. Sooner or later, our time, in its familiar form, will reunite with its eternal companion, Space… like a lost glove returned to the hand from which it slipped.