Time’s Dissipating
We are always running out of time. When we are born, it is as if we know this already, with the first reaching and clenching of tiny fists. An attempt to take hold of it, to still the moment long enough that we may understand it. And it is there, as we refuse to succumb to slumber, as the day wanes, as parents and child care workers insist it is time to close our eyes and lose awareness of the way it sweeps by. It is there, in the excited waking from each nap and each night, a return to […]