Now is the time
to reckon with time’s
loss.
There are no endless strings
of days to spin,
no heaps of months,
no piles of years.
Someday, some child
will search your files and drawers
and wonder.
Why is this sentence unfinished?
This sweater unraveled?
This plot unresolved?
Take a bottle of cobalt glass
and toss it on a stony beach.
First the shards are sharp.
But sanded by waves and time,
they soften to sapphire nuggets.
Now is the time, if you want,
to knot the yarn
and finish the tale.
But ask yourself
What is the one thing
your time is worth?
Do that.
You can leave the unfinished
unfinished.
Now is the time.