Signals of Time
No, there are no signals
To mark the passage of time
It seems to hurry by
When I am busy
At work
Trying to solve
The issue of the day
I look up
Time passes
Seasons change
Months and years
I have grown old
I can still hear
The sound of fog horns
On the channel
Arthur Dove’s painting
Wrinkles caress my face
A map of where I have been
My hair thin and grey
The hair of my Grandmother
A soft silver cloud
Floats around my head
In the mirror
A stranger
Because of this passing of time
I am an unknown person
In an unknown land
Will Spring come again this year?
February 12, 2019
“Time,” wrote Thomas Mann, “has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunderstorm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year.”
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