Stones form, leafs fade, animals age, days pass,
nights follow, and all is measured exact
by humanity’s quixotic hourglass
attempt to curb life wild into tame fact.

There is music and there is notation,
there is vision and there is attainment,
there is poetry and there is scansion,
and where there is labor there is payment.

The great tool of measurement is just that,
a mere tool. Watch on wrist, clock on the wall
is just penmanship to writing, whereat
life’s truth lies before the Big Bang’s fireball.

I spend my time, wonder’s fool that I be,
seeking vast breadth of my humanity.