Baffled of the ephemeral Time and Space,
merely for appointment-keeping.
at the enormity of a thing
able to swallow me up
small as a pebble, quiet as the wind.
In truth and secret,
I revere it. From afar.
and count seconds in velvet-toned sweetness,
their infinite tick-tocking
against the pads of my fingers.
I place memories besides other memories
in visual remembrance of dates we spent together.
I watch my child grow quickly, time lengthening her feet
and the curls of her tri-colored hair.
and hope, when the day comes,