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.