the hour glass

the hour glass.
both yours and mine
are tilted.
decidedly in the direction
of
less sand in the bowl,
less than
there was a year
ago.
but still time, my dear,
still enough
of us
to go around,
enough sand to trickle
down, enough to make
things clear.
to make love
right,
to not go gently,
but with a roar into
that good night.