Tempus

by on Mar 4, 2014 in Poetry | 1 comment

He made time from spinning seconds collected from door jambs
where passersby would pause, lost in transition
shedding tufts of unheard ticking and occasional moments of pure grace
he stood askew from busyness and breathed it loose
gently drawing out forgotten strands to ply back into the whole

and as his fingers worked his mind wound back
to lazy Sunday reunions at the foot of Mt. Olympus
where family was as oft monster as divine
and aunt Clotho sat him down for lessons with a nod

let other men swing swords in clumsy imitation of her sister’s shears
his needles knitted time into what was needed most
a day longer to say goodbye, a heartbeat more for judgment
and his especial favorite: emergency baby blankets
for parents who needed every scrap of time they could find
and infants who could never get enough

his twin found her gift in carving time in wood
shaping years into subtle rings of stories that now always were
but he preferred crochet
he smiled at the jokes on the train and patiently
cast another stitch in time to ease its passing.

image017J.J. Hunter lives by the motto, “Think like a scientist, dream like a poet”. In addition to some truly magnificent experimental pizza topping combinations over the years, this has led her to work in science education design, and to cultivate playful exploration of the bounds of things.

 

J.J. makes her home in Boston, MA. She is the founder and co–admin of the online poetry discussion community POETREE @ Dreamwidth.

1 Comment

  1. I like this a lot.

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