On Time

Time: divider of days and years, beat of music and poetry, long slog of history and light from distant stars, anxiety of anticipation and drudgery of boredom, interval of action and inaction, stream Thoreau went a-fishing in, something to work against and get ahead of and waste and make the most of, arbiter of patience and impatience, friend and foe, concept and energy, movement of molecules.

All the time today, I wore time wrong-side-up and never knew it till I took time off and put it back where it belongs: away.