Time Like Water
By Daisy Dai
Time, like water, is a cleanser,
washing away the scars.
It is fluid and fleeting,
slipping through your fingers
until all that you are left
with is a vague dampness
between the creases of your skin.
Time, like water, dilutes
your memories until
everything tastes bland.
Tastes like nothing.
And time, like water, seems
invisible, intangible
on the surface,
but like a finger barely breaching
a still pond,
time becomes tangible
through the ticking of a watch
or the movement of the sun
across the sky.
You see time’s ripples,
but you never see time.
It’s right there,
yet so far away.
A contradiction that
Time, like water, exists on its own.
And it is you who makes use of it,
as you will, as you need, as you try.
Photo Credit: Bradley Ziffer