Comings and Goings

Joy is coming ’round the face

upon the thing that measures time.

Beauty comes with reverent grace

(worthy, never, is my rhyme).

Truly, going, are my words

to the wonder of my hope—

fluttering wings, a flock of birds,

perching on a tiqvah rope.

Comings, goings, whisper/shout

it came down one time from above.

Coming in, and going out,

this gift of heaven: ever-love . . .


“When asked what it is, Einstein said, ‘Time is that which clocks measure.'”

Photograph © 2018 Timothy Waugh