the motion of objects through space

if time is something you invented to mark life’s sequence of events,

what is passing if not seconds?

what is waiting if not us?

i hear a penitent click on the wooden clock and think,

there is no click,

there are no seconds,

the future is an island where we send our one-day selves, that they may live there peacefully and work to learn their worth.


krista zee said...

For some strange reason I thought of you when I saw this-

jennifer sorrell said...

i love it!

whenever i see miniature things, i can't wait for the shrinker machine to come to pass.