Even as we have too much

Even as we have too much

Of it on our hands,

It slips through our fingers.

It may have been

A long time coming

But it is a short stay.

Too soon it passes

Never to return.

A fleeting moment

That may seem to last

Forever,

But is no more than

A memory

In an instant.

It makes of us who we are

And without it we are timeless

Nothing

Neither here nor there

Time out of mind,

In no time at all.