Musings

Time

The time between each wave
Crashing on the shore
Appears as if like clockwork
The same as the one before.

The rings inside a wise old oak
Tell something of the time.
Of how many years it's taken
To grow from acorn to it's prime.

The celebration of a birthday
Indicates a year has passed.
But why is this the timeframe
That we choose to mark our birth?

The nine months in a mother's womb
So perfectly engineered,
For a baby to be born
With developed eyes and nose and ears.

The seconds, minutes, hours
The ticking of the hand
What comparison does this have
When trying to understand?

With tides and trees and clocks
And years and weeks and days
My questions go unanswered
About what the tide of time should say.

But the perfectly structured
Way in which day meets night,
Has to make me marvel
How the world got it so right.

© JustClaire ™ 2019