This poem is related (only by marriage) to another poem, "Time To Kill", published on June 1st. There I was waiting on a train. Here I am in Heathrow Airport.
I kept it for a year or two before losing it between moves. This was 25 years ago in college before a computer was a ubiquitous part of school/work/everything life. When I had it on the desk time definitely moved slower in a good way. Unfortunately I couldn't rely on it for getting ot class on time!
What more could we ask for in a poem? If a poem could be an opera, with the big stage drama, life and death, love and loss, betrayal and loyalty, all stuffed into a teeny tiny package- that's what I'm after (sometimes/often).
I once opened up a clock and got rid of the minute and second hands. Can’t say it was life changing but I think I should do it again.
That is an interesting idea. What happened after taking off the hands?
I kept it for a year or two before losing it between moves. This was 25 years ago in college before a computer was a ubiquitous part of school/work/everything life. When I had it on the desk time definitely moved slower in a good way. Unfortunately I couldn't rely on it for getting ot class on time!
"But, then again,
the great dancers
don’t need to count
and after dark, it’s not really
about the dancing anymore."
Funny, imaginative, philosophical, spicy ... all the good stuff! Thanks, Weston.
What more could we ask for in a poem? If a poem could be an opera, with the big stage drama, life and death, love and loss, betrayal and loyalty, all stuffed into a teeny tiny package- that's what I'm after (sometimes/often).
I missed this, Wes. You play with philosophy so effortlessly. It’s such a new world piece, but more.
There’s such a thing as an American poet, this underlines that for me.
Thank you Patris.