TIMELY
by Mary Orovan
Let me buy some time, said
the rich man,
I now buy someone to smooth
every minute
of what
I have. But time looms large,
inexorably forward.
I can crush it, said the witch
on her sonic broom.
Not fast enough—I'll take you
there,
said light,
if you observe at my speed
I can make
time
stand still—that's what you folks
call
paradise.
But I want to zag to the past,
embellish
memories, laser on the hill
of daisies where we first lay;
zig to tomorrow
a dimension
changing everything.
Heaven is now; breathe &
be—shining with
photons, transparent
as good air joy
the pure silence of not even ticking.
the pure silence of not even ticking.
This poetry selection by Mary Orovan is from her chapbook, Green Rain, published by Poets Wear Prada in 2008.
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