Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The Blessing Over Lateness

The Blessing Over Lateness

We push ourselves into time
and time resists
a little,

more trampoline than tunnel.
I can see the minute
I am

inside of, can see it go, become
a new minute, carriage
to pumpkin.

When I arrive, a wave of energy
arrives with me, rushes out
around me,

flood released by a hand pressing
the kiddie pool’s rim to
empty it.

3 comments

  1. Hannah, you continue to impress with your daily output of really good work. Love the movement and energy of this poem -- both as it looks on the page and as it feels to read.

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  2. I love your comparisons of time to a trampoline and a kiddie's paddling pool!

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