now is the time
if there is such a time
to time the time
I have left

but that's not easy
nothing is

for the time not ended
nothing can quench
the irresistable urge
for more

its a tide changing time
out on the horizon
the duned heads of the islands
slide into view
a coaster bears to port
heading for Waddenzee
ferries tick tack
narrow channels

as my time runs out
another's begins

sitting on the shell stoned bench
made to remember
someone's time passed
wild oats and barley
clover white and violet
shake like ranters
grown between the stones
laid bare

Hoy! say the cyclists
rattling by
no-one will miss me
as I miss them
when time ends time
and the seagulls
shriek