Thoughts on Time

Time passes in review,
like a celestial rhythm meted out on a cosmic metronome.
Some say it's linear in process, others declare it to be cyclical...
I only know it passes in phases, sometimes its run is spent much too quickly,
or even a slow and leisurely pace.

It is the bus pass we never purchased...with each route subsuming the former.
Time has no face, other than our own...showing the years and scars that pass and heal.
If the future is tentative, then surely time is its catalyst....
establishing limits to every endeavor and every moment.

While tempting the less wary to recognize the seeds of opportunity
that may be born of failure...
Time still holds the cosmic trump card, while hiding its secrets from
behind a pirate's smile.

The signature of a progression as prompted by the maestro...
the compression of a steam engine meting out its interdependent strokes,
the life line of a forest,  or of a pond...or of any given population...
all signatures, sequences, and allotments scribed by the hand of Time; and
Truth...certainty...and inevitability are its are its earmarks.


Gregory Sexton