Forth Rail Bridge

His eye travelled as the crow flies
Stretching from one shore to the next
Fusing the gap within his mind
Short-circuiting the distances
By reaching out his arms
And gifting us the time.
Insatiable, we stuff our pockets
Hoarding it, storing it
Shaping it, shaving it
Squeezing three days into one
Stockpiling the seconds
Higher and higher.
And yet it always wins
By yielding us no interest
And never being cashed.