Andrea Medina

Pursuit of Time

I watch the calendars, the months, the years.
The hours in a minute, in a day, and in a week
Like sand slipping through an hourglass,
Portraying time as almost out.

However, I watch the calendars, the months, the years.

The hours in a minute, in a day, in a week,

And the hourglass seems to lose its meaning

Because time is not running out.

As I watch the years go by, 

The aging of things

The tick of the clock, 

I realize that time is not running out.

And it never was.

Our hourglass is ours to decide for,
When the sand slips
When it runs out.
For time is a choice.
And there is time for anything and everything.