Wednesday, 09 May 2012

• Time Jump

  It’s much easier flipping pages

  Than it is turning whole chapters;

  You’ve got to find where it begins,

  And also mark where it ends.

  Turn too fast or too far and

  You wind up in the middle of a story,

  In the middle of a sentence,

  In the middle of a paragraph

  Wondering why you leapt in the first place.

  Time marches onward one second after another

  In consecutive order like ants marching

  To fill the queen’s order: “this is our quota,

  Our fill of the food for the month.”

  Time never leaps, except for that one time

  Every four years when the calendar jumps,

  And every four years I find myself wondering:

  What am I supposed to write on that extra page?

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