Time

They say that time is relative,

that it moves faster as particles move faster,

that one experiences more of it

when hurtling near speeds of light.

If time is relative, then maybe 

our age is the average of

the age of our particles.

Maybe the light that

kisses our face is

not just an image of the past,

but an old one at that.

Maybe when photons

escape as electrons bounce,

they warp time in their own way.

Maybe the universe

looks so old because it was

made so quickly

(and yet so wonderfully complex).

Maybe the beginning

was a beginning

because time is bound up

in the movement of matter.

Maybe only the fact that

we all hurtle through space

on the same planet

lets us say that in some ways,

we stay in sync.

Maybe, if agape love was

tangible, like light, 

then hearts on the same beat

would dance on wavelengths

pouring from our God.

I tell myself I should work

but I keep scrolling,

scrolling.

Minutes tick by.

I want to sleep

I want to run

I want to breathe.

But here I am,

with wasted time.