i am not allowed to absent my mind
from these certain things
that to everything there is a season
and time for every purpose under the sun

each of those verses resonant in turn
unmoved
i am the vessel into which each of these drops
marking what
the collection of things that come to pass
in enough time

perhaps i shall accrue the equanimity
in enough time

but for now each of these minutes
fill with your ebbing
i cannot scale them to impassive eons

i must ask you then to be on purpose