A poem of time.

I know time changes
carving mighty mountain rock
altering courses of ancient streams,
my rock it seems is worn
smoothed by swift currents of time
moving and tumbling
into the indifferent deep ocean,
where pebbles rest easy
in times enormous embrace.

Farewelling our loved ones
rends close curtains
that drape my memories rooms
where the hearts calculations
have their own arithmetic
adding or subtracting loss or gain
to the relentless refrain
of a ticking clock
on the stern wooden mantelpiece.

Chris 2025