Gift of Time

No running, sauntering, or shuffling feet

On empty streets lined

With dark storefronts,

Chairs stacked away in eateries.

Cherish the gift of time even in isolation,

For nothing is lost as long as we remember

The delight of a gift bridges us over turbulent waters.

Be wise not to squander the gift

And become the blessed bejeweled

With big yellow hibiscus flowers

Behind the ears on rainy March days

Becoming the delight of the day.

Light shines on time

Melts change the shape

And empty streets want the pitter-patter of feet.

The gift of time

Patience with honor

For you and me.

        2020

Year of the Rat