Time and Destitution

Where have you gone?

I see you everywhere.

You are the breath I inhale, the flower that buds in spring, the rock from water falls.

What I’m saying is, you are nature: a ticking clock whose hands are not yet beatable.

Constantly, you glance behind your back in a silent “hurry up!”

But you're long past by then, while I try to retrace your steps from times long gone.

Where have you gone?

I see you everywhere.

My hands age as I write the words we once spoke over again.

But you stay agile, ever-changing, and quick.

I can’t catch up with you.

Where have you gone?

I no longer see you.

My tired eyes blur and droop from exhaustion in your lessening waves.

For you, my dear, are the ocean,

And I am the withering sands.