Time scrambles on

scratching and clawing
to get some grip,
to vault ahead


not for you.
You have more than forever
and do doubt can’t understand
why I hurry so.

I’d wait,
I’d wait until whenever,
but I haven’t the time
for all the choices are yours
and the time – yours.


I continue, like time,
to scratch and scramble
hoping hurriedly to touch you
before you’re gone.

Today I have not hope;
perhaps tonight, for a moment,
there may be some
but in the dawn
it will vanish
and be gone.