Tick, Tock

Time is not a clock, not the beats of a song,
It’s the grains of sand adrift in the wind,
The rumble of mountains showing their head,
The beginning of a cliff cut through by water.

Time isn’t the setting of the sun, or the rising of the moon,
It’s the currents of the turbulent universe,
The planets drifting around a star,
Stars in a whirlpool around the fabric’s hole.

Time isn’t wasted, doesn’t slow nor speed,
It isn’t for the mind of any to conceive,
But enrapt we are by its very being,
Yet we as humans are gone before it notices.