Era Poem by Alison Mujati

You are are season among million more
Every bit always leaves everything raw.
Too speedily to keep in touch
Yet very fragile to mend.

You're that big wheel, a giant one, seen not
A jigsaw puzzle constructed cryptically.
As events pass like the rest, no pulling back.
It's gone just to trouble us with memories.

As people come into our lives
We hope to keep them forever
It's relationship-building in this trust.
Time rings its bell as we part ways

For a good taste of seasons
Wished rain under duress of a famine
Yesteryear was just a memory away
A bonus of sleep dreams, maybe
Living within it but so long gone
We waste time anyways on the haystack
That needle is somewhere beyond reach.

Time is a rhythm of sorrow
In good and bad times, people weep
Why has taken that smile from their faces
Still, we rue the day when life turned on us.