Elusive Time

In love it may be dangerous   
to reckon on time to count

on it time’s here and then   
it’s gone   I’m not thinking

of death or disaster but of   
the slippage the unpredictable

disappearance of days on which   
we were depending for happiness.

James Laughlin, “Elusive Time” from Poems New and Selected. Copyright © 1996 by James Laughlin. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.
Source: Poems New and Selected (1998)
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