time is like standing in a creek
with water gliding over my toes
the rippling currents coming from somewhere in time
and going in another direction in time
time is feeling a pussy willow bud
and searching for the fuzzy bit in the pod
….time of rebirth
time is when the grandfather clock stops
because I forgot to wind it Sunday night
and come Monday morning the clock
is frozen in Sunday’s time
time is looking at the framed faces
of my ancestors on the wall
frozen at that moment the camera clicked
and I dust their faces in the present time
that moment when we are in unison in time
time is infinite but there are singular moments
when it seems so finite
but only a fleeting finite