i missed six months

i missed the mist
got up too late
lingered over the breakfast plate
but when i left to walk outside
i found the morning dew had scarcely dried
and gleamed like scattered, precious gems
in the growing heat of the summer sun

Time

 Inexorable, unkind.

Tell me that one day it will all be over
with no control by those of us
most effected by the loss.

Do we have no rights in this universe
that spit us up like subatomic particles
overwhelmed by incomprehensible laws?

Not good.
I want to go through it again
with some memory of what it's about!