Phot0: Ruth Scribbles
TIME
Given sufficient poetic license
Time can wrap itself around our
little finger where it can change
its mind and wipe us out
anywhere, anytime.
Or around our thumb, where
it can deny it exists at all.
Around our pointer: home of our
dreams, plans, wishes
and poetry,.
The entire index finger contains all
traces of life’s grasp of itself–
nursery rhymes, ant hills, mathematics
and all existent guesses of quantum physics.
A sad last finger is known as “The,”
and contains all hurting and hurtful howls.
Perhaps a potential is held in its palm.
Maybe not.
–Nan 12/18,23
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