Poetry: Time

by Liam

In time it’s the clock

Or the pencil’s written song

Or a moments recognition about where we belong

At times it’s the lock on the prisoners door

Or Jacob who left and returned home to more

From time we charge, towards time we run

The rising,the setting of the moon and sun

Yet in it we are, a beginning and an end

So where do we start?

When it’s time to begin

Is it here?

Is it there?

Is it up?

Is it down?

Or simply the quietude when sitting down.