I can’t let go.
I can’t hold on.

Time, slipping through my grasp
is but the keeper
of my dreams,
my love.

No control.

No power
to stop the ticking
that signals momentum
while I stand perfectly still,
or to speed the gossamer wings
that carry destiny
with dead weight of impatience
and promises undone.

Where is the key
to this time machine
called life?