Time,
It eludes always my fingers grasping for it, grappling for it, opening my palm to find nothing but air,
When was the last instance you remember touching time?
Time caressing cheeks, warming past flesh to bone,
Time not spent but felt,
Felt like fine, free-flowing hair fluttering against a breeze.
Not the tick-tock time of the work day desk clocks,
Nor the thoughts of stress, upset, and debt time,
Not the blank-mind, fidget time,
Nor budget, bills, sign on the line time,
Not school, tests, productivity time,
Nor future,
Nor past,
But here and now time.
Remember memories of smooth, watery, playful time,
Before our incarceration into divisions of freed time and work time and art time,
Before we needed time to escape
Before we needed time to vacation
Before we needed time to relax.
Time permeates all around like sounds,
Hear time speak to you and speak back,
Exist and know you are always in free time,
Do not let time waste you,
For you cannot waste time.
