Favorite Poems



I do not know

the day

of the week

or the hour

of the day.

I do not know

the measure

of time

or the rate

at which it flows

past me.

I cannot understand the weight

of a moment

or the duration

of a year.

All I know,

all I can comprehend

of the mathematics

of a life,

are the times

your hand

is inside my hand,

and the times

it is not.

Tyler Knott Gregson