Time Is a Gift

Robert Rauschenberg phaidon.com

Robert Rauschenberg

Time is a gift
comes in a box
wrapped brightly
tied with a ribbon
left on our porch
after midnight
by a stranger

In that box
lie days hours
minutes seconds
even months weeks
to spend or waste
whatever ways
we choose

opened the gift
starts up its ticking
no hands on the dial
no face on the clock
simply our time
slipping away

When empty
the box goes in
the attic of memory
labelled by numbers
in the rows of boxes
we once received
forever spent

“There is no time yet it grows less
there is the sound of rain at night
arriving unknown in the leaves
once without before or after . . .” ~ W.S. Merwin


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Time Is a Gift

  1. and then time that shall endless be…


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