The Tyrancy and Truancy of Time

Thinking seriously about what a trickster Time is and how I never agreed to let him rule my life. Maybe if he had showed up at my doorstep in his winter coat, shivering and asking if he could come inside, I would have opened up the door hesitantly and asked him to kindly remove his shoes. Even if he kept them on perhaps I would have acquiesced to his presence.... or at least if he had asked me out for tea I may have agreed to acknowledge him when we passed each other on the street, but I never met him and I still am not even sure he exists. Though somehow he has a way of winking at me through the windows of this plane as I fly back to Minnesota, and he is beside me when I notice the weight gain of a friend in high school who I always thought was invincible. I hear his inaudible laughter when I shake my head, dizzied because I can't recall ever allowing him to lend his heavy tendencies to me, though he has spun me around to face a decade ago and it feels so close I can almost call it home. Though invisible he is infectious and I wish he would just appear in his physical form so I could finally understand who he his, this tyrant Father Time and what he wants with me, and if we will ever be happy coexisting.