Ask Yourself

Now is the time

to reckon with time’s


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



Now is the time.