What Is It? Poem by Claude Simpson

It characterizes consistency;
It serves as an entity for reference;
It cannot be seen or touched
But it is symbolic.

It allows a beginning;
It allows an ending;
It gives a duration of events;
On it are all things hinged.

In space with all its forms;
On earth with ups and downs;
Events occur as it goes on and on.

From one point to another;
Within undetermined spaces;
It captures the duration of instances.

Everything is for a reason;
Moment comes and moment goes
While things expire.

It does not wait;
It is a fundamental reality of the universe;
It is held by the hands of God.

All things are at times in sync;
Sometimes catching up or
Sometimes falling behind.

It creates the past;
It creates the present
As it makes way for the future;