Earthly Time

When may one say a long time has passed? After a year, five years, ten? We each count time on foreign-made clocks, On sunsets and rises, on appointments and schedules. Skin remolds itself until there are no molds lefts, Muscles and bones have expiration dates Heartbeats are not drums for your amusement They are countdowns. Or is it possible there is no time at all? History’s author writes too fast to tell. Can we ever know each other? Can we ever know ourselves?