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.