Hymn to Time
Time says “Let there be”
every moment and instantly
there is space and the radiance
of each bright galaxy.
And eyes beholding radiance.
And the gnats’ flickering dance.
And the seas’ expanse.
And death, and chance.
Time makes room
for going and coming home
and in time’s womb
begins all ending.
Time is being and being
time, it is all one thing,
the shining, the seeing,
the dark abounding.
Notes
Where Ada Limón discovered the hidden cost of protection within the domestic rain, Ursula K. Le Guin steps back to gaze upon the great river of temporal transience, refusing to treat time as a thief that robs mortal flesh of its substance. The speaking subject stages a quiet reconciliation with impermanence, recognizing that time does not hollow out existence, but is the very loom upon which life’s pattern is woven shaping form from silence, offering arrival only through departure, and bestowing light by virtue of its shadow. It anchors September’s theme of Echo in the sacred geometry of becoming, reminding us that we are not casualties of time’s relentless passing, but the very vessel through which its ancient music reverberates, returning each fleeting moment to the stillness that gave it birth. #September #UrsulaKLeGuin #Time #Life #Poetry