The tapwater
in the black Teflon
pot on the stove
is about to reach
a rolling boil;
irrepressible
physical changes—more
than just
around the corner
(assuming
we keep to the proper order),
certain processes under-
taken
can't be meaningfully
interrupted.
Time yet, to ponder
the past,
the future—while the proteins denature
and harden
(stiff kernels
of a dozen birds that had neither).
Something is wrong. Somebody
blundered.
Something is wrong. Somebody
blundered.
The purpose of time,
isn't just
so that everything
doesn't happen all at once;
it's also to ensure that nothing
can ever go meaning-
fully
back to the way it was.
