Time

Time Like a shimmery satin Ribbon blowing in the wind Time slips and twists, Its meaning constantly shifting. How much time is there? Do we have time? How long? Can space be time? Is there Only a certain space of time In which we are caught, live Out our lifespan and die? There is a certain time, To catch a train, a set time For an appointment. How long is a stretch of time? Is time enough just enough Or more than enough? Is it an hour, a week, a year? Is an eon still time? Does time have weight? Can it weigh heavily on someone? When is there not enough time? A day to take a trip? A month to pay bills? Is time longer or shorter When you don’t have the money? How can time be short for One person and long for another? Is a long time heavy or light? What about a moment in history? Is the moment time? Is history time or is it space? So, what IS time? Is it flexible? A perception? An idea? How can Time be both exact and inexact! Clock pendulums swing, but They tick off only the hours, And minutes and seconds, Never the elastic, elusive time Which spins its own thread, That constantly weaves in And out of our lives, Like a ribbon in the wind.