It's Time

A present.

If I don’t 
Stretch forward,

If I don’t 
Replay the past,

And I listen
Carefully—

With my whole
Being,

Even my pain 
Eventually dissolves—

Into an ocean
Of now.

What causes so 
Much fuss in my life then?

It’s Time.

Or it’s me—judging
My use of it.

I can’t get back
My precious moments—

But I can lose track 
Of this one.

Who knows how precious 
It could become?

Nothing to tie up with
A sweet little bow.