Seconds

Seconds tick away

leaving for destinations unknown

each unique and irrevocable gone

we cannot bring them back

or change them

they are set in stone

a tiny part of God’s vast vision

yet the markers of our years

measuring the worth of man

stretching for eternity in a fall

or gone in a blink talking to a friend

they march along

like ants in a line

or the beats of the drum

sounding the measure of our lives

driving us

hounding us

or bringing welcome relief

to those in need

impartial never fair or treacherous

not bound by us

just lived

Joseph Men

November 2, 1996

© 2001, Joseph Men