Time

I've been hearing this echo lately about time
Moving quickly
Moving on
Time having no dimension
It's even come home in a pop psychology book
My spouse says he's studying it
Exploring it
Charting orbits
They seem to be able to duet
I'm wasting it
Feeling time within my broken back
In my aging
On the radio a children's poet
Bound it up in her sing song
Saying that you can't fall out of it
And a great writer I read
Stated back that every writer
Of story seeks to suspend it
To tell what happened
Where it didn't
Move on.