You Have Time

You overworked and overwrought student

Grasping at joys

as small as a bargain bin fountain pen

Smudging your decade of laboring

With an ink-stained left hand.

Counting the days is natural, but sweetness

You have time.

You have all the time in the world

To do all the passionate things

This cardstock and tassel has deferred.

Breathe, sweetness. The pomp and circumstance blares not far from here.

The tiles of Lisbon paint the future

The writing on the wall is getting clearer. Breathe, sweetness. You have time.