Anahit Arustamyan

Time

Time, your drive is speedy.
I know you always laugh at me.
I am used to your silent irony.
Once I was wedded to philosophy.
However, my clock turned to be wiser than me.
Time, my clock just mirrors your feet.
My clock just measures your speed.
Unlike me, it never asks you anything.
It never asks why something turns into nothing.
Time, you take something with your every minute.
You sound in my ears, ‘’let it be.’’
Where are the thinkers who explored your drive’s meaning?
O, the new ones have come to sit on your knees.
Time, you always make your knees free.
Their clocks show them your transparent feet.
Their clocks also sound, ‘’let it be.’’