Tick

Just a second,
Minute by minute;
Life happens in its own time.
I’ll do it later,
Second by second;
Suspense swells and deflates.
As soon as I’m done,
Hour by Hour;
Substance crumbles to dust.
In a moment,
Day in and day out;
Infinity expands… and I wait.
The Thief of Time is Time

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 18 March 2013