whatever
hour or
minute

this is

how it feels
to inhabit time

swift
creakly
slick
deeply
intimate
infusing
every slippery word
or graceful gesture

light and darkness
make their sound
and give birth to time
and time and time

just flies away,
just passes by,
just exists (no) more

that’s what time is now
that’s how little time
I have to do all
the things I am
thinking about

if winter
really
comes.