Things That Mark Time Poem by Paul Perkins

Things that mark time

I was counting days, counting events, I counted people, and all the things...
the things that must be so important!
I saw it all a meaningless searching of something...
Something that means nothing... Nothing of importance... Just so many things.
Things that mark time.

It was a joy having things to do, things Great, things Powerful!
After all effort, all thought, they were merely a busy work,
days lost in passing time.

I rest now in the knowledge that little will matter.
No hurt will always last, nor do pleasures last.
The sands marking time will cover all efforts.
Harms will be covered, losses forgotten,
only shifting uncertainties continue.

Years of counting, planning, hoping... and now,
the luxury of peace with less to do.
I now prefer the uncertainty of unknown insecurity
than the security of known certainty.

The leaf in the stream, a picture on the shelf, just are;
are all parts of things that mark life - mark time,
No matter what we do.