Time was, is, aside, apart
We’re the ones who sliced
it into hours, stacked days
into months and years
while time stood by
Above, shining round
in the heavens, sun and moon
were our first timekeepers
their seeming circles
celestial clockwork marking
the secrets of creation
But we no longer look to the sky
to tell the turn of season to season
Sundial, hourglass, wristwatch
we order events, claim control
Meanwhile, one instant
replaces another
and time stands by
Sally Zakariya’s poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Her publications include Something Like a Life, Muslim Wife, The Unknowable Mystery of Other People, Personal Astronomy, and When You Escape. She edited a poetry anthology, Joys of the Table, and blogs at www.butdoesitrhyme.com.
