The Edges of Time--Kay Ryan
It is at the edges
that time thins.
Time which had been
dense and viscous
as amber suspending
intentions like bees
unseizes them. A
humming begins,
apparently coming
from stacks of
put-off things or
just in back. A
racket of claims now,
as time flattens. A
glittering fan of things
competing to happen,
brilliant and urgent
as fish when seas
retreat.
2 comments:
Time is the true gift...the only gift we may give ourselves to create and love others. Beautiful work. Peace, Mary Helen Fernandez Stewart
I haven't had much time to blog or comment lately but wanted to say how much I love this journal work. I just bought Kay Ryan's new book on my iPad and love her work -spare but really packs a punch. Your journal work here echoes the many layers and depth of the poem. So beautifully done Pam!
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