Red giant.

by Poet on the Piano   Apr 9, 2022


I woke before the sun
rose, before coffee brewed,
loud sputters and staccatos
startling a lazy stillness.

I felt stuck in time,
unable to process the
residue of stardust and
a jarring night's sleep.

Time moved slowly, then too fast,
causing an internal loss of balance.
Or perhaps, it was I moving slowly,
blaming infinite atoms for what I
failed to comprehend.

Waves of people rushed past,
shimmering, out of focus.
I tried to align myself with reality,
with the steady hand of time

but I couldn't.

Then, I met a stranger
who sold me four vintage
clocks, passing them into
my hands with barely a glance.

The clocks gaze at me from the
closet, and I wonder what's
stirring within their mechanics.

Are they full, or empty, of time?

Tonight, I'll prop open a
Phinney Walker,
wondering if you're there -

a moment in time,
a luminous star in space,
exhausting fuel and energy,
taking an evolutionary path

to reconnect with me.

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