
Time incomplete
And time that has passed
Along with time presently flowing
Within the hourglass
Seeing the sand inside
Slowly moving away
And upon noticing this
I can see my reflection
In the glass
Me looking back at myself
As the time here
Is steady rolling
Yet seeing time slip away
And also what’s to come
Seeing time continuously
Moving forward despite
Whether personal tasks
Or done or not
For time just doesn’t stop
But in here it does
But only inside this hourglass

For as the time stops there
It keeps on going outwardly here
And having witnessed time from sands here
Both began and disappear
As I pick it up and lift it up
And watching as time passes by
Right in the palm of my hand
A literal precursor
For time’s arrival and exit
And as to what could happen next
For the time left in between
As I could observe with and from
A very personal and spatial view
All while watching the sands of time here
Indicate and display
The past, present, and future
Simultaneously
As I may find
While looking at time
From both sides
Of the hourglass
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2 responses to “The Hourglass”
Holding time in the palm of your hand and seeing yourself reflected in the glass, yes. That’s when you understand that you’re not separate from time, you’re inside it. Past and present and future all moving at once, and there you are, watching. Witnessing. The hourglass shows you everything. 💙
Appreciate that and very good outlook of the poem and time, glad it resonated with you 🙂