Poetry ~ Blurred

I am unable to focus.

It surrounds me,
chasing me from behind.
I plot its path forward.

Over analyzing,
I change direction,
but I’m unable
to elude it.

Immersed.

It is everywhere
and nowhere.
Constant yet elusive.

I obsess over it.
It ignores me.

We have
an intimate
relationship.

It is with
blurred vision
that I seek
and remain
enamored
with
the mysteries
of time.

“We blur the world to focus on it and blind ourselves to see.”
~ Carlo Rovelli, Physicist, on the nature of time

POETRY ~ Time and Space PART II

To read, Time and Space – Part I, click here.

After the loss of time
came the realization
that there was no time left
to fill space.

The illusion revealed,
reality was disrupted as chaos reigned in the void.
Humanity slept.

Unshackled by space and time
dreamers
gave birth to new worlds
creating their own reality.

The dreamers woke as
artists, writers, poets,
philosophers, creators, and alchemists.

The sleepers declared them mad.

Poetry ~ Time and Space PART I

“We blur the world
to focus on it
and blind ourselves
to see.”
Carlo Rovelli, Physicist, on the nature of time

Once upon a time on this day in history
there was a dimension called time
time flowed on the horizon from
the past to the future
but then came the end of time
and humanity was freed from
this time
the next time
the last time
the first time
and of all time,
and lived happily ever after
in the here and now.
Until…
they ran out of space
to be continued, another time.

 

In the meantime, enjoy this time in a bottle, dedicated to my loving husband.