Time and Its Dimensions
Time is long but we are longer still, and time, yes, time is all too short, too short to fit ourselves into. Trees have no time. not a tick not a tock just a rustle and again, when the wind riffs on jazz in their leaves. Birds have no time, no time to waste or spend or fill with past or future. This seed yes, that bug, yes, fly now, now settle down to sleep. Fish have no time between catch and be caught only drift in scattered light and rise and glide in their thick present.Published in Medusa's Kitchen 2/18/2023
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