I like time

I like time

I like the sound of life

running into it

I like the rushing pointers

I like wearing the hours on my wrist

I like keeping tabs

and planning

and scheduling

and being punctual

Punctuality

There is melody to the word

and the concept

There is an art to routine

I do not fear its nervous grip

So that there is a taste of freedom

to all the schedules

So that there is a transcendent beauty

to all the tick-tocks

So that there is an infinite open space

to all those minutes

and hours and seconds and days

Oh, the days

Life,

you big blank canvas

colored by time

Always the hours between us,

between you and I,

my dear Eternity