Time is that Thing we will never have enough of
And cannot afford to waste
Therefore I want to learn to slow my hands
To feel and touch and taste
Year folds over year; a sheer and subtle tease
Of morning, noon to night
And often I am blinded to the seamless ease
Of a moment’s appetite
When I run my fingers over Duty’s veiled beauty
I want to experience Love
In its fullest wonder because Time is that Thing
We will never have enough of
© Janet Martin
We all get the same amount of Time in one day...how are we touching it?
...I must be off to Duty's beauty lest I waste this twenty-four hour Gift!