Interval

I am not the hands on a clock,

that is a mere distraction.

setting of the sun,

rising of the moon

these do not control me.

I never stop

Visible universally

Overabundant.

 

I am

Wrinkles on your skin

Permanent creases

after decades of smiling

begged for more of

when a loved one is dying

Wasted, without a second thought,

taken for granted

given away freely to undeserving.

 

I am not promised

I can

end

begin

whenever I choose.

However

When I’m gone,

I am depleted.

Hopefully

It is time well spent.

 

– Breelyn Shelkey