Signals of Time/imaginary gardens with real toads

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.”