We mark by a mere moment
The changing of the year
Our feeble inadequate measure
Of time as something linear
With mortal eyes we envision
Time by but the briefest bit
Unable to grasp the concept
Of an eternity beyond quit
So, yes, we call it a New Year
With our need to quantify
A mystery beyond our grasp
That mortality can’t defy
Time flows in all directions
Beyond numbers on a page
By no calendar can we tame it
Or hold it in any cage
We pretend to own the power
To manage time and space
While we are but the merest specks
Occupying our small place
As you count down that last minute
Before twelve shows on the clock
Try hard to just imagine
Mysteries we can’t unlock
The brightest of human mind
Compares as but a fool
When considering the eternal
Over time we have no rule
Mary Havran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-mark-but-a-moment/
