About Time

“Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.” 

William Faulkner

you appeared on my radar 
precisely 194 days ago…
But I don’t think that’s quite true.
See, I’ve always known you.
We had swimming together;
don’t you remember?
Unofficial co-captains of 
the Blonde Book Brigade,
we buddy-read Harry Potter;
I was careful never to feed you
peanuts from my lunch box.
You cracked cheesy jokes 
that only I got.
You grew taller; I grew smaller.
But skip back on the track
just a little bit further:
I sort-of even believe 
we breathed 
in unison in utero.
My 13 days on this planet
before you joined me here
were just a precursor to 
all the days we’d wait 
to actually meet.
So 186 days ago, 
in a closing-down bookstore,
when we finally reunited, eyes asking:
“Have we met before?”,
the answer was an easy yes, since
even still – before it all –
we’ve known each other longer 
than either of us has been alive:
in this life, at least.
And know this:
in any age or eon, 
across time and space,
if I lost you, I would find you –
my home, my favourite face.
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I’m catching up! Here’s my poem for Day 3 of NaPoWriMo. Yesterday, we were challenged to “write something that involves a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable length of time”. Time is such a fun theme and both Kyle and I are big fans of time travel in stories! 😀 Anyway, I wrote a poem to him full of imaginings and named it after the best movie. Now, I’d better get working on my poem for today…

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