so many suns and moons have pasted themselves against that same blue sky
and so many hearts have beat their wings against cages made of ribs
time is a web
sewn by master spiders
time is a quilt
patched by a old women fingers
time is a song
vibrating out of infant mouths
it is all we have on this earth
in this dream that we call life
too trivial to be taken seriously
too serious to call it a joke
is it a concept our imaginations have crafted?
is it every eyelash and lid opening and closing?
is it every footstep toward the horizon?
every heaving of our empty lungs?
how should we count?
by clock, by hour glass, by digital watch
or
by lovers, by tears, by our children,by our wrinkles, by our failures and success
maybe
but I will not count
there is only one. chance.
life is a large moment
I am but a moment
I am time
written by Marika May
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