Timesteps

Each moment moves in its own way

Fast as a stubbed toe signaling pain

Slow as a hard chair in a waiting room

Slippery as a half guarded look between me and you

 

Time is a contradiction

From its measured divides

Yet fluid enough for our mystery rides

 

For all of our clocks and calculations

It loops, soft pedals then rockets along

Dragging, flying and slipping away

 

Just when we think it’s unidirectional

A smell or a song brings us back to the past

And we’re right where we were a lifetime ago

Without ever moving an inch or an hour

 

Time, it seems

Answers to some other power

 

 

David Trudel    ©  2013

 

 

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