Time turns back and laughs
at how it has tricked me,
saying I had to wait,
had to wait for my time,
and then informing me
that I’m too late –
I’ve missed it, I’ve missed out –
all my time of waiting
was the time I could be doing,
could have availed myself
of all those promises
I sat around and waited for

But I will laugh at time,
for it has never owned me –
my life unfolds in a whole different sphere –
I never was too early, but it’s also not too late –
I live in the infinity of here.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 14, 2020