March 8, 2020Poem
There is no fixing
timemortality
There is no fixing
A clean break
Tectonic plates shift
Imperceptibly everyday
Bones may heal
But in fusion there is disruption
A cellular change
A misalignment
That will remain
Even as the joint
Grows strong
There is no stitch
In time
No saving nine
The fabric is not to be
Invisibly mended
We do not tear down
The curtain
Heavily weighted
Evenly pleated
An endless veil
Drawn across a great divide
There is no smooth passage
From one edge to the next
It takes a rupture
A clean break
A seismic shift
An imperceptible switch
For a simple fracture
To be complete
A hair’s breadth
Wider than a mile.