22.3.15

Time's Exposure


Time.

No sense of beginning
or end.

An exposure.
An impression.

A twenty-four hour
tic-tic-talk-tic.

Upon its hands the light shines.
Indestructible.

And rendering always
elusive elements of wonder.

Visual memories for some,
within its available space.

And where everything is,
at the right time, too sweet to lose.