Time

“What is time?

It is a moment when we walk to the pond

Over the green grass

Past sweet phlox purple in the dusk

And rhubarb, rosy-stalked along the path

To the water, dark and satin-smooth beyond.

Was this a moment of eternity?

Or a memory fragmentary?

Or only a piece of today

Folded away?”

— Gladys Taber

~ by endment on October 17, 2006.