Time is neither the passing of persons,
nor is it ash. It isn’t soil or decay.
Time is neither the tick-tock-clocking
carefully measured in sand.
nor the carcass of hogs polluting
muddy river water.
Time can be your silent moment
or a rage against the night,
it can be forged from petals falling
or from a heartbeat lost, but still it is
a chalice waiting to be filled.
Linked to toads for the Flash prompt by Kerry.
June 4, 2018