Tick Tock by Jane Hoyt ’19
Time transcends all human control
And to those who can’t bear the thought of no control
It is an enemy
A brutal force
Time
It manipulates everything in its path
Causes cells to multiply
Until there are more dividing than normal
Until cancer is synonymous with old age
Time
It creates barriers between those
Who have words spoken
And unspoken
Until there’s no point of speaking at all because of
Time
The gnarled hands of time push through the back past the spine
Curling gentle joints around the heart the liver and the lungs
Squeezing and constricting
Until the body submits to the horrible ways of
Time
It causes madness
Among those who fear it
And anxiety
Among those who delve too far into it
Time
It drags the very flesh down
Until gravity has taken control
And the skin has succumbed
To the wrinkled nature of aging
Time
It passes like a sports car in the left lane
Cutting you off
Slowing down when you need to get ahead
Speeding up when you need to pass
Blaring music
Tinted windows
Barrelling down the freeway
Yet it will never be pulled over
It is an unstoppable vehicle that can destroy anything on the road
In its way
Its destination an impalpable eternity
Time
It heals wounds no drug or bandage ever could
Lessening the pain
Stitching together the skin of a broken relationship
Or a damaged mind
Time
It enlightens the benighted
Plants new perspectives
Like Seeds
That sprout and thrive
In a parched brain that never sees the light
And never gets rain
Time
It is a platform for opportunities
In which loved ones mend
And absolve
Until it was like no time passed at all
Time