we play with time like children
a sandbox at a park
digging to see where the bottom rests
where the leaves on the trees change
with the help of a friend
we forgot how to accept
saw as an enemy
a holder of grim realities
and turned our backs
only to know
it has followed us
until the day
we sunk under the sand
and found the bottom
not with our hands
or our plastic shovels
but our bodies.