At some point in our journey
we cease to juggle time.
It happens toward the end,
when change comes thundering over the hills
and has its way with us.
Yes, at some juncture where the change cycle
what we have considered to be us
(our selves, our lives),
at that point we deliberately stop
and instead rest our hands in our lap
and cradle time which,
if it exists at all,
the soft, slow loving
we show to all that we cherish.
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