Sabbath.

In response to finishing that book, this poured out today.

Sabbath

What have we held on to?
That which didn't last.
We saw it all with texture.
We couldn't let it slip.
And most of all we gripped.
Flushed cheeks, and white knuckles:
Courtesy of yesterdays gone awry.
All we did was let it slip.
And worst of all it gripped.
Of all the things
That were on our side,
We never had the time.
We held it on our countenance.
We felt it pass
In waning tides,
And this is all we have to show:
Time (that which didn't last).