Relentless Usurpation of Temporal Linearity
I had been continuing to do the same thing
while expecting different results.
On most days the children learned how
to do something. Time passed around us
as something approaching a figure eight
might move in order to let all else move
or be moved by our large numbers of feelings
exponentially on high alert once we let them register.
It passed us around. It passed around us like a river
around a boulder.
Music consisted of light & light came on time.
It was impossible for us not to anthropomorphize everything.
And yes, watching ice skaters, the kind called figure skaters,
the ones who aren't doing anything other than tracking again &
again some figure of infinity marked out on ice for them,
this never failed to quiet us down & take us some place else.
The Massachusetts Review Winter 2012
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