This breath.
This conversation.
This rushed
to-do list.
These seconds
dashing, dragging.
This long
waiting season.
This focus.
This distraction.
That one too.
This exhaustion.
This
very
word.
And this —
you.
This
fleeting night
with its fitful rest.
This hour.
This shake of laughter.
And this muffled sob.
Every moment.
My times are in your hand.
O God, keep my times in your hand.