Telling Times

TELLING TIMES

They say time will tell But what will it say? At the turning of tides The end of the day When passions have cooled The mists have all lifted Practice made perfect Sands all now shifted

Will it speak of the weaver? The warp and the weft The time that we spent The time we have left The moving of shadows The hour on the dial Of hunger and feeding Of once in a while

This and the next two poems are ruminations on the idea of time and how it rules our lives!

Or stay in the moment Adrift like a boat Not passing nor pausing But simply afloat On a river to nowhere A current affair Trickling or rushing But not getting there

Time is so timeless No median to share It ticks all the boxes With boxes to spare. It counts our tomorrows And measures our stay Our precious heart’s beating Gone soon, here today

Time’s only message That we understand Is measured in lifetimes The flame of life’s span Fanning sparks into ashes They’re all about us Yet not even a flicker In the greater Universe

The world spins in darkness While we live in light Dots on a dot Round a dot in the night Infinitesimal Specks making spawn Time has no meaning Without dusk and dawn

The clocks are all ticking A syncopate drone Imposing a structure When really there’s none It helps understanding And gives us a rule To all click together Unless you’re The Fool

Then dimensions of time And the speedier mind Rush back to a moment If not to remind That what was, still is now And ever shall be The gene pool, the weakness Chaos, entropy

Within and without you The having to be The unwelcome access To them, you and me The trite acceptation The wishing to flee What was once tomorrow Is done, history

If time tells us something It won’t make much sense No bridges or tunnels Walls, dams or fence Can hold it at bay Not even a suggestion So hang on for dear life And ask a different question