timers

by walterdoege

and with my glasshours I stay sometimes seeing the sand flowing from upper to the lower site…I have many hourglasses…one minute hourglass…fifteen minutes hourglass…one hour hourglass…I don’t have a life span hourglass…it seems and illusion to sense the time flowing in a linear flow…yesterday, today, tomorrow…and the now stillness…time passage as an event after the other…it resembles the sand flows…time does not flow from up to down side…some closer sight, nor from yesterday to tomorrow…although the words are my bricks…the house building is done of concrete bricks of love and help…and day after night, changing is not transformation…love is out of time and space…roll on, loving road…to good futures…love ahead…not only in my head…and upon my old books, that witness of time and space…the dust…my older hourglass is covered by dust, and the yellow sand flows right on time