Three days
Can be a lifetime
That is what they said

Three days
To burst forth from the deep
Find a mate and die

Three days from death ‘til resurrection
Time truly flows both ways
The pond holds your reflection

Time, you thief
Measured out in coffee cups
Now the new erupts

Cool mourning mist
licks me on my cheeks
I haven’t cried in weeks

Change, in my pocket
Already spent
The curtain has been rent

Low clouds scurry overhead
Dividing heaven and earth
The living and the dead

Sitting here in shade
Plans best laid  
Of mice and men unmade