Archive 08/22/11

 

   

Time's Quartet

                                                                  

I: First Times

 

When you share, with someone,

Something she's experiencing for the first time,

Her first time invites you in,

Through her enlightened eyes,

To the once-upon-a-time wonderment

Of your own something's first time,

And you find, with your spirits aligned,

That her first time becomes yours,

Which she's seeing through your eyes.

 

 

II: Time Lag

 

We arrive home, to our familiar time,

After nineteen hours of waking, waiting, flying,

Shuttling from Paris, through Minneapolis, to St. Louis,

In a warp-and-woof warp of 6:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. —

A two-day tapestry we wove in a single Saturday.

 

Time, confusing our systems' rhythms,

Deluding us into assuming we've eluded jet lag,

Is a ruse that catches us up short.

Deep into Sunday night, sleep remains wide-eyed.

And all the while, we thought we'd left time behind.

 

III: Waking-Love Time

 

By 4:30, I stir,

Eons before my alarm clock has its say.

Frustrated, disgusted, with restiveness,

I shower, return to bed,

Beside your rising-and-falling chest.

 

You shape yourself to my body's terrain,

As you have for the past two weeks.

Though we know time holds sway,

Our lovemaking dares it to intrude.

The rest of eternity will just have to wait.

 

 

IV: Time to Go

 

Getting dressed, in my weekday temperament,

This first day back to work,

In just shy of a fortnight,

I whisper to you,

Through the dim early-morning blur,

"I'm not going to miss you;

I'll never miss you;

The last person in the universe I'll ever miss

Is you, dearest Linda,"

Realizing that neither you nor I

Believes a word of this.

 

 

 

 

 

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