Day

As the clock
chimes the hour 
I am reminded 
just how much 
and how little 
of it’s left
on and on
we merrily go 
dodging rain clouds 
looking for sun
and these few 
briefest of moments 
amidst the mountains 
and the wildflowers 
in the wilderness
of cotton sheets 
and downy blankets 
we find familiar 
little things like 
wrinkles eyes and 
oh those lips