Ferocious Time

I ache to grasp ferocious time Past, present and future escape me I lean into the moment Ah, but it has passed Like a plane’s jet stream Whose flotsam announces not what is but what was Or a train whose whistle echoes Without the beast’s presence Am I the stationary one? A scarecrow’s arms wired and stretched As time disappears into nothingness Or am I the boomerang Careening, spinning clashing Yet always returning Time is an empty construct A theorem that can’t be engineered Hands that hold black digits Squares that run up, down and sideways Man’s attempt to pinpoint God’s universality Permanence evades me Mountains sway Rocks decompose Stars blast from nothingness Fire arises from earth’s mantle I find stability in nature’s rotation Dead limbs green and sprout buds Silky blossoms wither and rot Leaves turn color inside out Change alone unlocks The weather inside my heart