Not All Moments in Time Measures Equally

How do I Define the Measure of Time?

How can I make sense of the concept of time?

It has never moved in just one way.

It stretches, it pauses, it races —

depending on the season of my life.

I remember how long summer days felt when I was a young girl —

where one day could hold enough memory to last a lifetime.

The sun lingered longer then, or so it seemed,

and I was fully alive in every moment —

barefoot, and unafraid of Forever.

But school days told another story.

Time ticked slowly there.

I can still see the clock on the classroom wall,

as if it were holding me hostage,

each second dragging behind the next,

as I waited for freedom to ring in the form of a bell.

I know how long it feels to wait for a phone call from the doctor —

to wait for results that could let you breathe again.

The seconds in those moments don’t tick —

they throb.

Time then felt like Prayer.

Held breath.

A quiet ache.

Yet, I know how to Cherish being lost

in the moments of a conversation with someone Special —

a feeling that lingers within,

one that was never quite enough,

and left me with the ache of wishing it could have gone on Forever.

Those are the moments when time feels suspended.

When it stops keeping score

and begins to just hold Meaning.