It is the ultimate waste of time
to be concerned about wasting time
since time does not exist.

That time you thought you had on your hands–
can you see, hear, smell, feel or taste it?
How then, waste it?

Time is merely a man-made measurer of nothing
known to that singing bird, or ruminating cow,
or those rocks in the field, for that matter.

The serious voice on the radio
announces an important number o’clock
and tells us not to be late. For what?

The sun rose without a shadowing dial
and will set the same, just in a different sky.
Classes conclude absent the bell.

The tyranny of clocks and watches
could be overthrown in a trice–
if you insist on giving that speck a name.

The revolution was a long time coming,
some might say, catching themselves too late.
Think about it when you have the … 
occasion to do so.