The Unrelenting Passage of Time

By: Clara Pressey

Crescendos and decrescendos of action pass from day to day.

A minor, melancholy chord this month,

A major, buoyant chord the next.

There are pauses —

Rests —

And then measures without break.

Tensions rise and they release.

And then the song stops.

Its effect doesn’t, though.

It rings in your ears, your heart, your soul-

A resonating presence that stops things from being the same.

And a new song begins.