time waits

the weight of time is the lint

burning in your pocket the weight

of time is your hand drowning in

ink the weight of time is the

absence of weight when you

climb the stairs is the spherical

air rising from a mountain

the weight of time is your formal

de-explanation of your shapeless

eyes the weight of time

is the weight of nothing holding

you fast to a chair it's the

waiting for the fog to rise it's

the nails rusting in your

doorframe the weight of time the

weight of time is a sandwich

rising through trees

,turning slowly in the light of a

rising sun

“what is the weight of time?”

- Ivan Argüelles