Friday, April 1, 2011

In the Cosmic Sense

The world spins in retrograde motion
on Fridays,
though time does not follow.
Clock faces melt like Dali paintings,
to deal with the paradox.
Time shrugs its shoulders and laughs
at our silly machinations.
How we can believe we have a chance
versus the eons.
Against particles of nothing
which have existed since time did not.
So we ask for an explanation,
in terms we can understand.
But Time smiles at the small dimple
in the fabric and knows
that a single stitch
can mend whatever hole
we try to tear.
And so it continues on.

*In response to the first prompt for the April PAD here.

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