Dear Time,
I am sorry
Please forgive me
for believing I was bigger than you,
for thinking I could
manage you,
control you,
stretch you,
shrink you,
waste you,
and even lose you.
I am sorry
for blaming you,
resenting you,
and feeling stressed “by” you.
Oh Time,
How misunderstood you have been,
viewed as an object and an enemy
instead of celebrated for who you really are:
a mere marker of the
Endless, Eternal and Infinite Now.