The March of Time (new poem)
by Tim Kavi
relentless and cruel
the march of time
scratches the face
of all that lives
like a stream
becomes a river
opens into the ocean
and is taken up again
to the clouds
Nature claws a foothold
over the abyss
for the rain
brings a promise
of a flowery kiss
a drink
to the desert
what time has forgot?
eternal love
dotes like a constant
gardener and scribe
who writes down
the lines of Nature
like a poet
burns in consuming fire
aged and young
are both victims
and reverential fans
of discovery
of what is
promises to be
songs not yet written
and a love to be lived.
