Precious Time

Time is fleeting, seems to play out sometimes

in slow motion when in peril or in strife. Put

it on pause briefly, and savor each moment if

you will. I stood by the Grand Canyon ponder-

ing its magnificence which took more time to

create than my sense of it can perceive. In turn

I imagined the Canyon looking back at me and

snickering, What a measly speck of time this hu-

manity has compared to me. A profound thought,

I considered, even for a hardened canyon eroded

so deep. Million upon millions of years in the exca-

vating and formation. If I was to fall off the edge, I

would be dashed against the jagged out-croppings

on the way down to the bottom. In any case, my

plummet would take a matter of seconds, a mere

flash in the pan as far as time is concerned, much

like my seventy-two years here on Earth—A brief

and bumpy ride for me either way. So, I guess I’ll

just turn around and walk away, thank you, following

my precious allotted time ahead, while dragging my

hit-and-miss chances behind me.

Chris Hanch 5-12-19