I used to think time was something chasing me.
Lately, I’m learning it may simply be asking me to stay.
—
Invited By Time
The clock is not a warning.
It is a witness.
Every second,
a quiet record
of who I am learning to be.
It does not rush me.
It does not ask
for more than I can give.
It simply continues.
Steady.
Unconcerned
with whether I keep up.
There was a time
I thought it was against me.
Something to outrun.
Something counting down
to something
I could not name.
But time does not chase.
It waits.
Each second,
an open invitation
to stay.
To remain
in the space between
what was
and what might be.
It does not demand certainty.
It does not require answers.
Only presence.
Only this moment
as it is.
And slowly,
I am learning
to meet her there.
