The Coy Entity with Only the Corner of an Eye Behind Veils
That essence without essence, time, is not
For lobes to hear, for skin to touch and know
With tenderness of love, for eye to plot
Time’s ways, for tongue to touch its tip to, slow
In wooing it to change its shape in space,
For nose to savor like a swerve of scents.
We cannot know time’s speed and know time’s place
Together, only singly. Time contents
Itself with being valued. That is all.
Invisible, beyond all senses, time
Is like a virgin hidden by a wall
Which says that peeking through it is a crime.
..If anyone should ever catch a glance
….At time, its eye will wink, sidelong, askance.