Make It Stop

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. - Thoreau

Ivan Albright - Fleeting Time, Thou Hast Left Me Old (1945)

The days come at me so quickly.

Like the calendared bullets of a machine gun.

I hang slumber in my closet.

Only to rise and dress a new dawn again.

Where does time go?

Nowhere.

It's always in my face.

Hunting.

Confronting.

Firing the starting pistol of a wrinkled race.

Striking at me with its unheralded karate chop.

Someone.

Please.

Make it stop ...

Author's Note

"As if you could kill time without injuring eternity." - Thoreau