You may suppose that time is only passing away, and not understand that time never arrives. — Dogen Zenji

The time is near

It’s almost done

What seemed forever

left awhile ago

I’m almost sixty

She’s almost driving

One more month

and the day will come

There was that time

you won’t remember

I don’t remember

even yesterday

Memory is a memory

Time tells lies

Words come too little and late

There is no first or last

no then, if or how

no near or far

almost, an impossibility

If you can see

a moment of Zen

the only when

is now