The world is turning,
the days go by,
this is how
we imagine time.
If it all stopped,
time would still move on,
even if we slowed the photon
our cells would still die
and we would still
know sadness
and loss
and have a grieving heart.
In the dark
I can hear you,
but I cannot see you.
You aren’t hiding,
you just don’t exist;
at least not in the way
I do.
You’re illusory,
a partial figment
of my imagining,
but I can hear you,
moving around,
confined
and still protected.
When you emerge
and show yourself to the world,
you’ll be on your own.
I know why you’re still hidden.
Tapping away
at the shell that contains you.
Scratching away
at the lines that confine you.
Stepping outside of the time
that denies you.
Everything
seems like a fine idea.
Too bad we can’t hide forever.
The world resumes its course
and we must pay up
for the pleasure.
I see you now,
in this holy dawn,
rubbing your eyes like a newborn
and crying out
for some comfort
that I cannot give.
For I know the world will afflict
and you upon it
will inflict
untold horrors and masquerades.
Pretty soon,
you’re gonna lose
that egg tooth
and you’ll be gifted with abilities.
The only confines
in this life
will be time and gravity.
All these days are gone
and you’re a person,
waiting for your chance to be
someone unlike
anything
that this world has ever seen.
You can’t stop
the day from changing.
You know it in
your cells,
it’s making
time to play
and time to everything.
Arms out wide,
receive your life
entirely.
You’re still just
tapping away
in your shell.
Scratching away
at the inside.
All these lines still confine,
even if we slow the light,
we still feel like we’re falling.
HG – 2018
