Other People's Time

I do not understand
How these people keep time
With their alarm-clock minds
And stop watch memories.

Haven't they noticed the sleepy,
Slow-rising seasons,
The effortless motions of
Sun, moon and planets,
And the sweet changes in
Their own faces
As they greet the gentleness
Of time?

Have they never set out
On a distant journey
In the peril of the desert night,
Or faced the rabid winds
Of winter seas...
The fear of rocks
Half hidden
In dream, fog and shadow?

Or have they never
Been in love,
Beyond the grasp of worry
Where clocks forget the hour
And candles only
Keep soft time?