If I consider each day, as a moment in time,
and each moment part of a continuum,
then the fear of time and its passing,
has no hold on me.
For it becomes akin to my breath.
each second flows on from the one,
the many, the countless,
that came before this one.
I am swept up in how gentle
a passing life can be.
So long as I do not try,
to hold onto time
too tightly.