15 Minutes
by Tim Reed
it is hard for me
with each day sliced
to quarter-hour specificity
to imagine the
Lord of time
dealing eons and millennia
but not as fishmonger
nor as realtor
but as one whose
brush graces yesterever with
cobwebbed strokes and
buttery recollections
and who drafts tomorrow
through watercolor of birth
and rich, garnet reds of
laughter
yes, it is hard for me
with each day sliced
to quarter-hour specificity
to comprehend
