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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Real Time

Real Time

On the count of three,
let’s synchronize our heartbeats,

match up the pace
of our blood and breath. One,

two, two
and a half, three. There,

that’s done. Now
for our eyes, I’ll blink when you blink.

The only drawback:
I’ll never see your eyelids

since our vision cuts out
and returns together. The room

you are in is here,
ducks out, and is back for us both.

Next. Posture.
You tilt your head to the right

whenever you read.
Me too, I’m already leaning.

What’s mine is yours
in this moment, the same air

held in our lungs
and released, we sit together,

and time pours down
around and between us like rain.

7 comments

  1. I love the simpleness of this.

    Now do that while sitting, sharing the space with a daffodil or tree and experience a 'oneness', experience being 'free'.

    When the eyelids open, a selflessness exists, a sharing, a caring for all that is 'being'.

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  2. I like the directness of this, the voice that's reaching out to us. The counts, the use of words like "Now" and "Next" keep this moving while the poem also asks us to stop, pay attention. So nicely done!

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  3. I adore adore adore this poem, love how we sychronize our eyelids, our heads, ...how time pours...In science we refer to real-time to when we do things in real-time as opposed to gathering data and looking at them later, we don't have that option in our lives, do we? Happy Wednesday Hannah! xx

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  4. For me, real time, as a former Adobe engineer, the need to supply the printer with adequate information on which color pixel to paint just in time as the paint gun traverses each line of the page.

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  5. ...will always signify the need is what I meant to write.

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  6. I really like this one. Maybe because my sweetie and I sometimes try to do these impossible things.

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  7. The last three stanzas feel significant for me:

    "What’s mine is yours
    in this moment, the same air

    held in our lungs
    and released, we sit together,

    and time pours down
    around and between us like rain."

    The rain signifies melancholy, I like how it is paired with time, the passing of it.

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