I see the stream of time before me
Like the wind, it slips through my fingers and whistles onward
Like a sunbeam, it shines on my eyes and then dims away
Like a trill, it tickles my ear and sings joyous elsewhere
And I stand here silent, powerless but yearning.



February 6th, 2019
On feeling overwhelmed at the number of tasks I have to do and the preciousness of time.


Photo Credit:
Nick Webb