Time

(thank you to Rickie Lee Jones)

 

isn’t linear.  A convoluting helix, its

taffy twists swirl:  a tornado’s central

nucleus.  There is stillness within

movement & DNA reeling into

all of our lives…

 

What’s that rappin’at your window,

pullin’ at your shirt tails,

sittin’ in your closet?

 

Open jars, sift through envelopes,

stretch forth, an antennae—–

 

Pulses tunnel chasms. Resigned rings well

as they were meant to:  moments, sea spray,

falling here, falling there…

 

Time breaks gravity, suspends destiny,

& flies on out.

 

 

By Stephen Mead