Time in my hand


Time is as fleeting as the sun,

Chased away as the seasons turn

I hurry and try to catch up

Never quite grasping it in my hand

What if I could stop time?

Just long enough

to right the world?

Take a breather on the sand,

And watch as the seconds pause

I’d get up,

catch a bluebird in the air,

Marveling as it hovers

Then gently blow

And start the clock once more

At peace with what has come

And what is yet to pass