Let pass-
by David Menzies

Time winds down, and what?
Things I thought are, are not.
People are good is were good
until never good at all is the would-
be humanity of human beings. 

I thought I was seeing things 
when I could stand the sight 
of a mirror, but how briefly
did those grains fall; I could not 
hold them as a solid man
being chipped by pieces of a desert,
Time permit. And still, 
what didn't I hold that I could have
as Time's momentarily solid man?   

© 2003