Time for time

I'm obsessed with time
how it feels solid, intractable
a barrier thick as an ocean wave
rising up then sucking me under
we're the only ones who feel its heavy truth
grasping at slippery minutes
snapping pictures as the world swirls by
drawing the curves and shadows
of remembered faces
obsessed with preserving every moment
while we reflexively waste our days
like animals rushing forward
with arbitrary goals
letting the seconds pour through our lives
forgetting to savor the moon
oblivious as any other creature
to the curtain of darkness that waits
what really matters?