Time passes so much quicker
Now that I’m retired.
Minutes suck adjoining minutes and
These suck adjoining seconds
Into a small uninteresting blur.

It is a hurrying blur,
That obscures my view of the jazzing bluejay,
Of the robin sojourning here on the border of the season,
Of the crow, who, gathered with his fellows, would feast upon
The remains of winter’s kill.

I am not a scientist, but I do know
Something of time, lengthening shadows--
How contents of summer’s moments
Are inevitably wrenched from their contents and contexts,
Made inscrutable.

___________

James Bolner, Sr.
Baton Rouge
February 28, 2003