The Time It Is

 

The Time It Is

 

“Seize the day”, they said,

But it passed through your fingers,

Just another yesterday.

There’s always a yesterday.

They trail behind you like colors with no smell,

Like paintings you can’t hear.

Did time just… slip just now?

There’s really no way to be sure, is there?

Time doesn’t just go away,

Or drop out,

Or skip,

Does it?

Is that where the yesterdays come from?

Maybe brilliant now,

But fading fast,

As you attempt to capture today,

Or try to define tomorrow.

Time gives no answer,

It just turns all your tomorrows,

Into yesterdays,

That you no longer inhabit.

Now is the only time you have,

Yesterday fades,

Tomorrow makes promise,

But only today can deliver.

Time will slip,

Or slow,

Or slide too quickly.

You have now.

Take your time,

It’s all you have.

 

Cliff Lake 3/17/2023

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2023


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