In the soil of time

 oh how this life glides
planting seeds in the long rows of time
Until the plants grow high enough
to obscure the soil

those wells of time
swirling deep within the ground
steaming up into reality
obscuring the urgency

daily life a thick sandwich
you never get through
events as meaningless as the weeds
that compete with the plants of time

Not anchored or tended like them
strangers and intruders you dress as best friends
inject your own little meaning
Daily life a thick syrup

life glides upon the surface
you see an empty lot
weeds and mosquitoes
It could be a garden instead of a barren site