My own sweet time
Blow out a match.
The time it takes from when the match
is lit to when it goes out is fast.
Turn on a light.
The time between when the light is out
and when it is on is fast.
The speed of light is faster than the time
it takes for tears to dry.
I guess
sad memories
and happy thoughts which bring tears
happen
in their own time.
Like most everything else,
there is not much for me to do but
enjoy it all.
