Time

Time is a slippery notion
A confusing being
Wrapping its arms around every facet
Of our existence
Coiling its body around every mote
Of our passage

Time is a voyage
Leaving port before we could think
And sailing around the Universe
On endless oceans, leaving
Memories and moments and lives and deaths
And love, hate, feeling
In its wake

Time is inflexible, impermeable,
Non-negotiable
Because every second, hour, day
Is here once, and gone away
And though I wish I had my say
Time marches onwards, forwards, ever ahead
Ignoring my wish for it to pause for a moment;
Time moves, grows;
Still is what time does not stay.