The Algebra of Time

Born in yesteryears,

As variables in finite world

We voyage through time,

To results of coincidence.

With signs, symbols

And meanings,

We equate people and places,

Adding them to memories

And multiplying their presence. 

We subtract our loss

And share joy,

Inking divided paths of our relations,

While turning pages

And marking chapters,

Doing the algebra of time. 

To each, their own,

Simple and difficult choices

Held by the exponent of hope

And the constant of time.

Time travelling,

Across integrated experiences

We construct our equation of life,

Without any right answers.