The Thinness of Time
There is tenderness now
in how I hold time.
There is time yet -
though it wears thinner than it used to,
threadbare,
the weave giving way to light,
like the roof of a sukkah
in late September.
So much has been spent.
Memory is thick with chapters already written,
choices already chosen.
A mountain of days gathers behind me.
It’s a long way back to the beginning
when time spilled over the edges.
Abundant.
Lavish.
Days are held together now
by habit and history,
by memory and old music.
The heart’s pull,
the wanting,
grows softer.
What has been placed
in my keeping
is enough.
© Rivkah Lambert Adler 2026
