Time

Time

Fleeting moments racing through the spaces in between seconds

The ticking of the clock speeding to a crescendo of flurry, scurry, noisy clutter

Spaces filled

But also slowing down

slowly

lowly

dribbling emptiness stretching across the expanse of the desert

Silence. Quiet. Still.

Soft hum

Elusive time

Never stopping, ever changing

We try to match our pace with the cadence of time

Sometimes perfectly in sync

At others shabbily aware of the distance between

Time