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