If God is spinning the solar system,
like a top on His finger, if He times
past, present, future
to one eternal round, time
is no calamity to Him.
He’s driving this car and He’ll pull over
right now, if He needs to. Time
is His deep languorous bath. Time
is a friend who will never disown us. Time
is preparation plus gather, minus haste. Time
whorls like fingerprints. We’ll get there
when we get there. Time
is essenced like oil in a dropper. We think time
is lengthened, counted, saved, or shortened,
as we screech like children
from the backseat, “Are we there yet?”
