Woman of No Time

I am the woman

Who has no time,

I envy those who have

They envy me for having none.

My desire is to plant forests

But I only manage shrubs,

I want to run one million races

When I barely manage one.

Yet I know I'm not a fly born in the summer dawn

And dead in the afternoon,

My day is a pomegranate

Full of ruby grains --

Time must be my friend!

Stopping me from tasting them all at once

So I can enjoy them one by one.

As long as each grain is a lifetime

I do not care if I am the woman of no time.