Time

time ticks,
tied to the wrist
in rhyme with
the pulse
I glance at it often
measuring, comparing
calculating
hours, minutes, seconds
distance, proximity, route

the throbbing pulse of time
holding me, propelling me,
puzzling me at times...
what is time?
an endless tunnel
that stretches from
nowhere to unknown?
a pulsating collection
of moments that linger
yet are beyond reach?
a breath drawn in
and released again,
in motion of life?
a distance
between two souls
that stands still
as ages go by?

or is it
the caress of known
callous palms
rough, but dear
the strange mingling
of breaths
attraction of the opposites
and distress of the aligned
time
it is said
never stands still
is it past, or passing?
Surviving in relics
buried with corpse
relished in memories...

the pulsating rhythm
tied to my wrist
tick, tick, tick
announces
every moment
as it appears
or disappears
i loose count
of moments
tied to the times
I live in.