Time is Relative

the-persistence-of-memory-1931

The clock ticks
From morning til night.
One moment dawn light
Warms young faces,
Training wheels, and zoo trains.
The next, cold winter shadows
Fall and grow
Under the west setting sun.

Calendar pages fall away,
Torn, faded;
Yellowed by time,
Littering the ground
Like sun dried maple leaves
In October.

One by one,
Two by two,
Faces fade into twilight skies.
Passing away down trails
We cannot follow,
Until the day we do.

2/2/18

The painting pictured above is The Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dalí.

13 thoughts on “Time is Relative

  1. what if we had no measure of time? would life be any smoother? I read Mitch Albom’s The Timekeeper and saw the folly of those people in his story wanting to quantify and control time. your poetry is brilliant as it connects days and seasons and how each one has its limits and it is truly time that controls us all through this journey.

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