Accelerated moon and steadfast sun,  

Swiftly encircle in succession,

While my arms, my feet, my heart, -

crawl idle in torpid procession;

I did blink in one course,

Yet another duration,

Each foot would then adjust,

I knelt down reaching one morning flower,

As it turned back into what's dust!

A flicker of time is what's given,

A notch in the stretch of the cord,

What you move in this life is what's present,

Before time closes it's final doors!

Michelle lee Schaeffer (c) 2009