Time Clouds

A little before Christmas, time slowed down. And it kept slowing down... I couldn't tell you if it's moving right now. But it has to be, or else I wouldn't be here typing.

A year ago I would have loved this. Time was moving so quickly then, but apparently I didn't want it to. I wrote this last February. Fitting, since it's now February...again...tick tock.

--Remembering.--

We are still - in our time
The earth escapes a massive pull
Releasing the seconds
Our minds so swiftly mined.

The day was February
When I felt that collapsing dimension.
Eternity reformed its shape around me
And those gleaming veins of ore, now too small
Enraged the wailing Universe.

I admired - in our time
The dying earth caressed my pen
Restraining the seconds
That words might crystallize.



(I used to have this whimsical notion that the earth passed through "time clouds" while flying through space, and that's why the passage of time seemed to alter. The poem has nothing to do with time clouds though.)

And happy birthday to my dear sister whom I love with all my heart!