Arbitrary Time

June 16, 2011
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Time is arbitrary.
We mark it by astronomy,
but as far as I can tell
nowhere is this a requirement
etched into spacetime.

Our years are just
that little bit off,
our months don’t follow the moon anymore,
our weeks are just seven sunsets
with days named after gods
who gave their names to other planets
whose years and days are nothing like ours.

And it’s funny, because time isn’t constant
even in its smallest denominations.
Minutes tick by in the blink of a flea’s eye
when you’re struggling to finish important work,
and yet now, as I watch your eyes judder
behind lilac lids,
milliseconds stretch to eternity.

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sakina said...
Jun. 27, 2011 at 11:55 pm
By reading ur poem/s i feel that your a professional... Good and nice...
Afanen This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jun. 28, 2011 at 12:20 am
Wow, that's a compliment! Thank you. :)
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