an apple a day and a lesson in temporal mechanics

 
 
 
 
Time abides beneath
an ancient apple tree
for a brief rest from
his toils
 
picks his teeth, looks  
at the setting
sun
 
mumbles some nonsense
about the importance
of a stich and nine and
Sir Issac Newton
 
I walk over and say
to Time,
 
"Take you time, Time.
 You have all the time
 in the world. No rush."
 
Time responses
effortlessly
 
" I know I do,  
    but you don't."