String of Glass Beads

String of Glass Beads

What is life, if not a fragile chain of seconds 
that disappear the moment they come? 
Like an open string of glass beads,
each falling, rolling away
irretrievable. 
The beads can’t be collected
but you can photograph them
anchoring your gaze and senses
quieting the ceaseless whir in your mind. 

Life is truly lived when you 
don’t find yourself asking
“where did the time go?”
because you know exactly 
where it went.