Ode to Time

Here’s to the tick and the tock of the clock

And to that most weighty space between.

Here’s to those who wait for a moment to come—

“Patiently,” as they say.

Certainly somewhere someone has not yet arrived,
Some bell has yet to be rung,

Some great choice has yet to be made,

Some song has yet to be sung.

Here’s to the roll of thunder or the roll of laughter

That makes fools of us all.

Here’s to the grave that beckons us.

Here’s to the dead who await our arrival—

Perhaps. Or perhaps they’ve given up waiting

And have taken to dancing and skipping about

With streamers and sparklers

Like children on the crystal blue floor of Heaven,

Forever amused, removed from time—
No clocks allowed at all.