keeping time

a poem on the illusions and elusiveness of time

cosmic time

KEEPING TIME

Most days I wonder
where time goes, if there
will ever be enough 
of it to live and to love
in all the ways I must.

Sometimes I try to 
outrun the beat of my 
own heart or brace for
what might be coming,
neither in nor out of it.

Other times I know there
is nothing I can do 
to stop it's unfolding, 
that this, not death, is 
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