Time doesn’t stop.
It is the leaking fissure,
escaping out of us,
to bleed into the sky.
So little left of us,
our sacrifices may be
the only things
that draw us onward.
Shining as a diamond,
or glittering gold;
we only play at living.
We know deep down inside,
our only currency is time
and it’s escaping.
Our hands cannot hold
the thing that means the most
and we don’t know
how much we each remain.
Stack the deck
all we might
and still,
the fate we know
may never change.
Take it all in,
every second,
every reverberation,
every heartbeat,
every gust of wind.
Sit in silence.
Sit beside the ocean
and hear if you can;
time passing by.
Measure it in breaths,
or by the sound
of waves upon the shore.
Take it in
and know
that what little time we have
is immeasurably valuable.
Wait on the feeling,
on the moment.
Meditate on the air on your skin.
Feel alive
and make it last forever.
Keep time with yourself;
it’s all we have to lose.
HG – 2018
