All We Have

All I want to do
is to see the buds unfold
and know I lived another year.
For time is all we have;
not continually as in dreams,
but within this small fragment of forever,
given through grace of being.
Not to understand;
rather to explore
and to empathise,
simply with the way things are.

Looking upon the sky,
I see all I need to know.
Whether in the time of day,
with the clarity of blue
or abstract folds of white.
Else when the sun has past
and celestial acquaintances
beckon surreptitious glances,
lest their secrets be revealed.
For time is all we have
and this is that time.

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