“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.”
Robert Herrick
1591-1674
Don’t mind time, ye young.
Pay no heed to the calendar
or the clock.
Digitals have vanquished
the tick and the tock.
Maybe time itself will disappear.
After all,
it’s perpetually now,
and never ever then.
If it wasn’t for our memorializing minds
Proust would have no remembrance of things past
and neither would we.
If it wasn’t for our image-making minds
we would not dream of things to come.
The weasel does not anticipate the next ‘pop!’
when being chased by the monkey.
Every ‘pop’ is a shock to the weasel,
even though the cobbler remembers
previous pops and anticipates the next.
Time was,
time is,
time will be.
Minute by minute days slip away.
‘Hello’
‘Goodbye’
‘Sayonara.’