Thursday, 2 May 2024

A time…

James Callahan

May 2

There will come a time,
and there will be a day,
when days will pass so quickly
but time much too slowly;
each minute and second will tick
then tock, then tick again
with stubborn deliberation,
resisting pluralization,
almost still, almost stationary,
while days and months rush
as if hurrying toward their own goal
and robbing me of mine,
collecting and thieving through
the deception of sluggishness;
too many moments, too many minutes,
too few days, too few months
and years collect and collapse
one on another, on another,
and another, and soon enough
they've disappeared into
something lost to me,
hiding from me, taunting me
to grasp at and try to steal back
the laughter and confidence
and contentment and smiles
of my moments and my minutes
which too quickly became
buried in decades and scores.