Stealing Time

                                                              

Stealing time,

Skipping stones along the river,

We separate from our own heart.

The best of us extends well beyond this place,

To that unnamed part of all things.

Adrift.

Symmetry and resonance

Shed graceful threads about,

Tying minds up like some ribbon on a gift.

The hard shield of skin softens.

No matter how much we worry about suffering,

The measure we have of consciousness

Will take a breather from the rain.

We can’t bargain.

We can’t even pray.

We stand silently by while what we know drifts away.

Stealing time,

Skipping stones along the river.