Time

Time, illusive and effervescent ebbs and flows

intertwining and twisting amid molecules and miracles.

Stops, pauses, rewind, fast forward

Time, the enemy of all, never enough, never enough—

Time.

 

Time is my beloved friend, my loathsome enemy.

It keeps me awake at night with its lackluster promise of productivity and connection.

It stops my heart in crunching, crashing sounds of metal and plastic, screams, and jagged breathes.

But Time slows in the fields, hands skipping along tops of wheat sheaves the sun twinkling in my hair.

 

Time takes all things, like a never ending black hole absorbing naked space.

The loved one you wish you’d…the thing you wish you’d..the work you want to…

Time—Time “beareth al things” taketh all things…

It is my enemy and my friend, bearer of joy and sorrow.

I feel it surround me in my struggle to grasp at seconds like dew drops from heaven.

I feel the weight of it in a dying man, a wife who prayers for hope.

Time is all around.