Where does the time go?

Is it sucked up by Saturn 

Through a straw

Satiating Him

Until tomorrow?

Or does it drift in the atmosphere

Floating like smog below the clouds

Waiting to dissipate and 

Turn back into stars?

Or does it lie down in Babi Yar

Upon the days that went before it

Waiting for the dirt to cover it

And be forgotten?

When we’re inside of it

We eagerly await its passage

Counting down the minutes and hours

Knowing that the next thing coming 

Down the pike will be better

In the Year of the Snake

It placed its tail in its mouth

And began to swallow

Gagging on each scale

And squeezed out the remnants of 

The Age of Pisces

Leaving us searching for 

The last pennies on the sidewalk

Humming the theme songs of

Long gone sitcoms

Peering in the windows of 

Empty restaurants

Praying for the dawning of 

The Age of Aquarius

But wherever it goes

We frantically chase after it

Like a bus we’re sure to miss

Finally feeling our folly

Too late, as always.