God of the Calendar Island
I am the god of the calendar island.
I patrol my territory,
Caretaker of that which surrounds me:
Bundles of days yet to be,
Organized neatly in rows and stacks.
Come, peruse this embryonic time
As it patiently awaits birth.
Does any of it interest you?

I am the god of the calendar island.
For now, this time belongs to me.
But I will gladly sell it to you
To do with as you please.
Keep it or share it,
Fill it, or leave it clean.
Use it as you see fit,
And in a year come back for more.

I am the god of the calendar island,
And I work in the midst of the future.