TIME

Time, not yet another poem

about time! Write something

different! We live at the bottom

of an ocean of air, engulfed

by it as much as time -

ever-streaming or an illusion -

and would expire without

this thin slice of blue

against the dark of space,

but how often do you write

or read poems about air?

Weather doesn't count, just as

your poems merely showing

chronological change are

not about time as a subject.

An act of breathing air is

behind every move we make

and goes unmentioned;

on the stage their verses flow,

but throw Romeo and Juliet,

Macbeth and Duncan, Caesar

and Brutus on the Moon,

and instead of adolescent love

and adult plots of homicide

only quick death in

the beautiful desolation.

16.04.2025