Excuse me, Sir–do you have the time?
It’s time to watch the bees that ravish stems of lavender,
to listen to the cluck of quail, the song of wrens.
It’s time to hold our world, her pain, in caring arms,
to see great beauty in an aged face.
But can you tell me, sir, what time it is?
It’s time to feel your heart that beats within your chest,
to watch the setting sun slip out of view,
to touch the velvet smoothness of a rose,
or roughest skin upon acacia’s trunk.
Forgive now, for it’s time to heal the past,
to mend the wounds of rancor and of hate.
My watch has stopped, dear friend—
just let me know the time.
The time is now. It’s always, only now.
Written for dVerse Poetics where Mary has us reflecting on and writing about TIME. I suspect that, when I edit this, it will take on a few additional stanzas! Please take the time to stop by and enjoy. The doors open Tuesday, 3:00 PM EDT