TIME

it is not easy,  waiting
when time cannot be grasped
and mortality looms closer

voices echo briefly
never able to wait
long enough

to remember the rose
when the petals
are gone
it is not easy

there was the road
wide and never
ending, with
time enough to spare
but

when the music slows
and the door to the waiting room
is closed
it is not easy

and the river rolls on