What a precious commodity is time! So rare and out of reach;
None may be found in the market, or in stores;
No price has ever been set, and none can bid for it,
Always sought for and desired – is time
All lack time and are in need for it: young and old, common and noble.
All try to capture it, in timepieces large and small, plain and advanced.
All measure it, scale it, study it, talk about it, chat about it, chatter about it…
Spending a lifetime understanding it
Yet it always eludes all, slipping away from the clutching clock hands,
Laughing its timeless laugh, like an unholy deity
Unheeding to either religion or pray,
As an undisciplined child
From time to time, I find a little time, forgotten and misplaced,
Deep in my pockets it may lie, small, unseen crumbles.
I gather these flakes, these delicate nuggets, carefully,
As one may scoop grains of gold
Sometimes, I simply devour it passionately.
Sometimes, I surrender to its addictive contingency.
But most times, I simply keep time in small bundles within me,
Provisions for a rainy day
Every time I take it out, it spreads its special scent,
Of putrid and stale elder odors and of fresh and sweet and tender young perfumes.
They both fill me with feelings and memories of old and new,
Of gloom and bliss
Yet, I always find it missing, like an addict I crave for it,
For some little bit of it, to hold, to sense.
So, do you have a little bit of time