Time

What is time but our planet’s movement around its star,

And the star’s movement in its galaxy?

We fantasize about time travel,

But the truth is

We’re too small in the face of the Universe to change its laws.

Our only chance is to move forward,

Because the Universe moves forward.

Time is this social construct that we invented for ourselves to make sense of it better,

But in reality

It will be here with or without us,

For as long as the Universe exists.

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From my new book of poetry Despair and Hope (2004), page 93.

The Solstice

They say summer starts today.

Today is the longest day.

I sit on my porch and soak in the sun,

Up until the very last moment of it,

Till the last bit of sunshine.

The last sunrays of the day gently kiss my skin.

It’s always a glorious day,

The longest day.

There is only one sour note about the longest day of the year –

All the other days are inevitably shorter.

But the sweet note is that there are still many sunny days ahead,

And I will embrace them all.

The days after the solstice may go shorter,

But the summer goes ripe once its longest day is over.

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From my book of poetry Despair and Hope (2024), page 95.