Time

Time

Caroline Allen

From an ancient desert, Time called my name,
And gave me unopened geodes, armfuls,
Though rocks and gems unworked all look the same.
A lifetime’s work to find and shine one jewel.

A weathered hand which bid me come,
That twinkle-eyed Time steps in autumn streams.
Our reflections refract on water’s thrum,
Which swims so slow, yet faster than it seems.

In winter, Time took me by a gloved hand.
His other mitt caught snowflakes as they melt’d.
For nothing stays frozen or fixed as planned,
But pain and gain converge in snowpacks’ quilt.

As time waits, he swings, and asks me to play.
My younger teacher’s gaze is wise and wild.
So I swing, shedding tears and years and days,
As I mature and re-become a child.

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Caroline Allen
Poet & Writer

Caroline lives in Raleigh, North Carolina. She is an avid reader and enjoys many creative hobbies, including writing and collage. She has a Masters in Public Administration and works at a public university. Time is Caroline's first published poem.

Photography by Hunter So