Kachi-Kachi Yama

 

 

 

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