The Pendulum and the Hourglass
“How we spend our days is how we spend our lives.”
Annie Dillard
The days are in reversal—
In the dogged heat of August,
daylight is diminishing,
dark hours are gaining ground, and
the dew grows heavier and waxier,
having lost its crystalline qualities
to the sun’s descending aspect.
Dawn shifts position again–
piercing through a different copse of trees,
backlighting a different set of silhouettes,
the pendulum forever swinging—
in constant kinetic motion,
never static, but comfortingly cyclical,
the change familiar, expected – even welcome –
but still a sign of sand’s expense,
the spent half of the hourglass silently filling
while we both wrestle and ignore
its infinitely suspended and
ceaselessly repeated questions:
What have we done with our time?
Did we love enough?
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