Vinegar

VINEGAR

There was a time

When there was no time

Now there is nothing but time

Life slithers in slow motion

I watch each passage

Once in a while

News of an immediate death

Forlorn burial , nil attendance

Even the vaccinated stay hidden

No pall-bearers , no wakes

In retrospect

Did we appreciate our lives ?

Our uniting , being one

Even partings and breakups ?

Joy of birth , pain of death ?

Our timeless age

I make vinegar with my roses

Watch the fermentation

As more bubbles appear

It rests me , it grounds me

Time is no more