Yarrow House

Time and Its Dimensions

Time is long but 
we are longer still, 
and time, yes, time is
all too short, too short
to fit ourselves  into.

Trees have no time. 
not a tick not a tock 
just a rustle and again, 
when the wind riffs
on jazz in their leaves.

Birds have no time, no time
to waste or spend or fill 
with past or future. This seed
yes, that bug, yes, fly now, 
now settle down to sleep.

Fish have no time between 
catch and be caught
only drift in scattered light
 and rise and glide
in their thick present.


© Judith Yarrow, 2013

Onetime reproduction for non-resale purposes permitted by the author with the following credit line: by J Yarrow