The Firing of Tom Thibodeau

I used to think that
Time didn’t really exist--
That we made it up.

I was younger then.
Some would say I am still young--
But those grow fewer
Every year.

Change marks time
Like the rings of a tree.

Wind and water and time
Carve canyons into earth
And wrinkles into youth.

Occasionally
We see the eras changing--
The plates shifting.

And we have our private earthquakes.

Earn our own canyons
And wrinkles.

Proving the existence of time
To our younger selves