There is rarely enough time
Except wasted time
Lost time
And time
To forget
Yet in secret gardens
Streams stay still
For the space of a flow
To let lonesome
Trout
Jump
While hands tremble
And names lose their faces
They become cherished time
Two arms moving
In an old clock
There is never enough silence
When the clock rewinds
After stopping its tempo
And reminds us
That old dogs sleep
To wake up again
In lost time
In stolen time
In the secret gardens
Of remembrance
… There
is sometimes enough time
For
moments we missed
Even before they too left
For better times
Where names
Got new faces
December 22, 2023
©Vahé A. Kazandjian,
2023
