TIME

Help!  I can't make it stop!
The attack is relentless.
The ocean that once gave life
Is now eroding the whole edifice:
All five senses, then memory, and finally the body.

I can take inventory of what remains,
but when I am done there will be less than when I started.

Take half of my serving of today
and package it up for tomorrow, please.
Blast!  The slice of life I saved has dwindled
at the same rate as the slice I enjoyed in full.

The sand is more than half gone now.
Please, can I have a moment?
In one moment, suspended, I could see all that has come before.
How nourishing that would be, and what wisdom!
I would be ready to make a perfect catch 
of the most important moment yet to come.
But there is no pause, only more sand.