What is Time?

by Kevin T McEneaney

When moments appear to pass like minutes,

turn your eyes to the bounty of Nature:

buttercups bending in cool morning breeze,

purple allium standing as lookout

above the fray of grass, dandelion,

and the rabble of dock weed and ragwort;

lanky forsythia lounging in breeze

which seems to seethe from whimsical angles

that enjoy garrulous impertinence.

Our egos are too much attuned to clock

and the fantasy of just who we are—

as delusion that speaks with ignorance

to make us forget who it is we are.

We are not masters of the universe,

but students enthralled to its strange milieu

Kevin T McEneaney

Author of The Enclosed Garden, Longing, and other books