Him
Time
is
infinite.
I cannot stop time.
I can see it.
I can hear it.
I can feel it.
Time makes me cry when it passes and when it arrives,
Time makes me laugh and sigh as I remember it's signs.
Time greets me on
a clock
a sandy stone
my wrinkled hands
my waivering memory.
Time is my caretaker, my babysitter, my godparent, my savior, my condemer
Time shows me no mind.
Time never slows for me to catch up
Time never warns me
Time never encourages
but
Time is steady and honest
Time will be there always
Time is precious
Time is what I need
This poem is about:
Me