Time Flies

“Fugit irreparabile tempus,”
Virgil once wrote
The delicate fingers of a Roman poet
Penning a gentle reminder
To live mindfully

Those same ink-stained fingers
Now sunk deep into the belly of the Earth

But the idea remains
The idea flourishes
Two millennia later
As I gaze at an inert typewriter
As I type these words on my laptop
As you read each line

Time flees into the void
If only to remind us of the now
The transitory
The mist that disappears at dawn

Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016