That Thing Called Time

There is little enough holding of what

there is of that thing called time.

What is left of  it  -- always less

return the longer one is in it --

we seek a grip, a grasp trying to understand

how it wants to be held.

                                       This, of course, presupposes

our ability to change, to sense that what

is is not as it has been -- no easy thing

as we often think, though know better,

that we can slow what cannot be stopped.

So learning what can be held,

what is to be released becomes the mantra

to greet the day --  a matter of knowledge

no words can hold, no grip can grasp,

that sense of having been given

what you could not have imagined

                                                       to ask.

-Byron Hoot