Minutes scatter from the fist
Grasping fractures borrowed days
Time resists the captive grip
Flow resumes through gentler ways
Calendars enforce illusion
Control marketed as care
Time belongs to no design
Movement breathes beyond repair
Moments favor open hands
Presence welcomes fleeting grace
Time responds to lived attention
Not possession not the chase
Those who stop attempting claim
Find abundance in the drift
Time aligns with willing souls
Offering its quiet gift