Lost in Time

An interpretation of how precious and vulnerable time can feel in the moment.

Lost and found

In the midst of sands,

Time is sculptured

From dunes to lands;

Pyramids behold

Cries of pharaohs

For centuries sold

In tales as old as time.

For once in a lifetime

They roamed un-withered

Through fumes as bitter as lime

In hope of sweetened afterlife.

Hours walked by camels,

Minutes spent in winds

Until the stresses evaporated

And trickled down temples.

Buried and found,

Hour glasses turned.

While history unfolded

As memories burned.

Captured and erased,

Clocks chime with us

Repaired and graced

Until we are found

In time once again.

With mettā,

Diyana Anthony

Institute of Global Health and Development

UCL

6 October 2024