The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T S Eliot

There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea……..

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair…
….

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

Photo credit: Two guest at the Treetops Lodge in Aberdares, Kenya sit on the roof balcony awaiting the evening herd of buffaloes, hyenas, elephants, deer, warthog and rhinos to visit the salt lick and watering hole below.