Time is a creature too
with energy and motion
of its own,
and though life in time
sometimes stutters,
it never
stands
still.
At times
calm
and slow,
sometimes it screams,
moving so fast it seems more than I can manage to
stop
and breathe,
to welcome you in
and give you space
in the time that is mine
only because it is given.
A gift.
Not a currency.
Not a thing
that can be bought or spent.
So, stuttering,
calm,
or scream...
Published on October 31, 2020 01:00