Time is water -
elusive and thin
You cup your hands to collect
as much as possible
but it spills over and slips through the cracks
between bony fingers
and shining moments.
Days rush by
like river currents -
flooded and swift,
but utterly lacking direction -
so easy to drift
or get sucked under
and surface far from where you started
or meant to be.
Still -
we insist on attempting
to master the flow,
unwilling to accept
a lack of control
or admit defeat.












I forget my own sometimes.






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