Time

Time flows through me like water
carrying my life away slowly
I dissolve cell by cell
In its electric joy.

Billions gone
Were as we are now
Worried about the trivialities
That worry all of us.

I sit – with a cup of hot tea
Music soaked and warm on a cloudy winter day
Looking out through my window
Toward my river, through the trees.

A day like a million others.
So cliche and yet
So uniquely mine
Beauty is in the sublime

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