Time Poem by Zooey Lichty

What is time?
Is it the future, the past, the present?
‘Tis it period of occurrence
Is it what we fear yet, yearn for?

I sit here wondering what it is-
If there actually is a real explanation to this word
I think I have an answer-
Yet it is only an idea

I wonder if time is
something we wish we had more of
(with our loved ones)
something we fear that we won’t have enough of
(to be with our loved ones-or even find our loved ones)

Is it something we yearn for?
Is it only a mere word that helps us get through our life?
Is it an insignificant four letters that mean nothing yet helps us get through our passing days?

As I sit here pondering the question What is Time?
I ask you my fellow readers-
What is Time?