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.
Wonderful images, Hannah!
ReplyDeleteHannah, 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.
ReplyDeleteI love your comparisons of time to a trampoline and a kiddie's paddling pool!
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