Time travels with us always

What is a trip without the ticks?
Each hand on the clock is a vehicle
Either driving us crazy or to purpose
When time walks, it runs,
When we run, we sleep and stop and walk
Yet, we are a couple
Till death does nothing but put us in a still place,
Where time now smiles and tells of the past.
What is a trip without the ticks?
Bags packed, all dressed, ready for another day
Where all is still except the ticks
They are like heart beats
Reminding us that till we stop breathing, there’s no stopping
Time ticks in open wounds and urges them to heal
Time ticks in a fire,
And urges you to use it while it blazes
For even flames wrinkle and become ashes,
And after the rains they are nothing again.
A mother sheds a child from herself
Watches as she grows from helpless to help giver
Then to one who sheds a child, a bearer
Time is not lost in the dark
Never missing in a war
Never a victim
Never the life of the party
It’s never crippled, it never crawls
There’s no pause or rewind
It is in your back pack, in your blinking eyes
In your steps, your fears, your smile, your sleep
What is a trip without the ticks?

LARDO