The Event

Intangible is what it is
I can see it
hear it
I can even imagine what it would feel like
But time is what’s in between?
I’m right above it
But time is movin kinda slow
I can feel the time
It feels like it's going against me.
I could be wrong but time will tell
Or will it?
Will it ever get there?
Will I ever know?
I can’t grasp it
It’s like grabbing warm golden sand in the palm of my hand.
Time is like a puppet show,
It only pretends
And if time pretends,
How will I know what is real?
Second after second
Can be measured,
Hour after hour
Can be noticed,
But what is time after time
Is it event after event?
Photo by Elyse Fujioka '17.