Hourglass Measuring time is the work of those who haven't loved. I forgot the sand that was falling grain by grain by grain. That's how I accomplished love. When my time comes I won't know if it's my arrival or my departure, only that in life I paid relentlessly what the god of fire charged me. --Ana Ilce Gomez
I discovered the poem above on a New York City bus about ten years ago. It was printed on a poster as part of Streetfare Journal, the adspace "magazine" edited by George Evans. The poster was torn, so the bus driver let me bring it home, where it remains as one of the best gifts I've ever received.
