An Uneasy Measure
Time
the uneasy measure
we lay upon unfettered infinity
forgetting
we run innocently
through lily beds and grape arbors
across the millstream to the creek
and the bending grasses of the untamed orchard
forgetting
that Time is measured
not so much by dark and light
as by the relentless beat of Shiva's drum
the uncounted and unaccountable beating
of our hearts
and Time too
forced to exist
forgets
runs heedlessly beside us
hiding in plain sight
remembering
poses the bewildering question
Who owns Time?
If it is so
and I believe it is so
that we remain responsible
for what we create
what then is our obligation toward Time?
remembering
locates us in two worlds
How may we stand sturdily in both?
poem by Joan Woodbridge
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