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Time Flows

I analyze the viscosity of time,
its rate of flow,
its tendency to stick in tricky places,
and sometimes stop
while I hold my breath
and wait.

Who can say how long it takes
to become adept
in time’s meanderings?
For though it appears to run
in patterns
(its own peculiar channels),
in truth it follows paths
of its own devising:

If hours were edible,
I’d choke them down.
If bankable,
I’d save them in a jar
(under my bed)
like private fireflies,
just for me.

Instead, time flows,
through my fingers and my hair,
out the back door,
across my yard,
vitreous and virulent,
hard to measure.

But still I attempt
(in spite of everything)
to rate the viscosity of time.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.


Sheilagh Lee said...

I love this philosophical piece.

April 23, 2014 at 10:14 AM
Andy Sewina said...

I like the way you describe the flow of time.

April 23, 2014 at 3:17 PM
Old Egg said...

I'd like a jar under my bed for some saved up hours. At my age I need time to be viscous!

April 23, 2014 at 9:13 PM
Jae Rose said...

It feels like you understand time perfectly..and yet understanding doesn't make it truly ours I guess..wonderful runs of words..like a ticking clock..rich and permanent..

April 24, 2014 at 4:41 AM
Belva Rae Staples said...


April 24, 2014 at 2:49 PM
Alice Audrey said...

Time has left my hair alone, but when it flowed through my eyebrows it left them gray. Most peculiar. I'd only choke down the sweet moments.

April 24, 2014 at 4:14 PM
J Cosmo Newbery said...

From the scientists point of view, time is not just viscous, it is thixotropic.

BTW - I detest word verification and avoid it wherever possible.

April 25, 2014 at 7:59 PM

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