TO A FRIEND

1

You wrote about

days just slipping between your fingers,

to be lost in time.

But days don't really slip

between our fingers,

we slip through

figurative fingers of time

itself, falling away...

2

We see ourselves as

granite rocks in a stream

of time, with days

as the water

running past us.

But time

is the channel of the river,

carved in existence,

and we, humans,

are drops of water

flowing in it.

01.02.2020