Poem: Time(less)

Is time a line?

A road layed out
Upon the contour
Of the land
Rolling
With the rises
And descents
Of our journeys?

Or, the line of sight
Viewing objects
On the horizons
Of our pasts
When we look back,
Or our futures
When we look forward,
Or a point of stability
Least we fall
Into the ditches
Which edge
Our travels.

Or a line
Of obstacle
What crosses our path?
A tree blown
Over by the wind?
A river flooding
An inundated bridge?
A barricade
At a border crossing?

Is time a cycle?

A wheel
Which revolves
Around it axis
With radiating
Spokes that support
The circle of the rim?
Eight spokes positioned
By the wheelwright:
Right View,
Right Intent,
Right Speech,
Right Action,
Right Vocation,
Right Effort,
Right mindfulness
Right Insight?

Or, a sequence of seasons
That provide order
To living and dying,
Each event
Preparing the way
For the next period?
Winter of preparation,
Spring of planting,
Sumer of cultivating,
Fall of harvesting,
That the bounty
Of the seasons
May preserve us?

Or, a calendar
For the year
With dates and holidays,
Secular and sacred,
Which organize
Our time,
Giving days to work
And days to rest,
And days to celebrate,
And commemorate
That which warrants
remembrance?

Each construct
Guides our understanding
In apparent contrast:
Straight versus round.
But, these are false
Choices, for both
Occur,
And both complement
Each other.

The linear
Emphasizes
The punctuated
Nature of our lives,
In which major events,
The beginnings and endings,
The elation and agony,
Dominate the line.

The cyclical
Emphasizes
The repetitions
Of specific days
Which return
With each cycle
Of living,
Reminding us
That our past and future
Only exist in the present.

Lay out that line
As your life unfolds,
And watch the wheel
roll upon the line
With all those life events
Crossed by all those
Repetitions of days.

Advertisements

About hermitsdoor

Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
This entry was posted in Reflections and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

8 Responses to Poem: Time(less)

  1. What a beautiful, insightful, thought-provoking poem, Oscar. Where have you been hiding such talents?

  2. I’m with Cynthia. And Time, mysterious Time, is one of my favorite subjects.

  3. KerryCan says:

    Fascinating poem! The ways we conceive of time and the metaphors we use to nail it down really do inform our behavior, I think, and the choices we make.

  4. The Vicar says:

    Thanks for a wonderfully descriptive poem to reflect on years gone by from different perspectives, the moment at hand, and to mark the year ahead. Your poem has blessed my day today!

This Hermit's Door is Open: Step in & Share Your Opinion

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s