Time passes – the clocks went forwards recently – where did that hour actually go? Did it ever exist?
Time passes
Where does
it go?
The matter
that I held in my hand
That slipped
through my fingers
And matters
no more.
Where has it
gone?
The
measurement of my life
That passes
in an orderly way
And
diminishes in chaos.
Time passes,
time flees.
The hour goes
on, the hour comes off.
It’s
yesterday to the west but the east is already our tomorrow.
Is it really
the thing that clocks measure?
Where is it going?
I peer at my
watch
Dividing
night from bright day
Watching
life slipping away.
Linda Prince
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