the sound of clocks ticking
reminds me of hollow bones
clicking together–
the echoes of a final
sentence,
a predetermined end
in seconds, minutes, hours.
i don’t believe that
the burning of hills
as the sun sets
should make our hands
unclasp;
“until tomorrow”
is in a language
i don’t want to understand
because i want today
to stretch across these landscapes
like a never-ending storm
because our happiness
should not be limited
by a schedule
by 60 ticks
by 12 cuckoo’s chimes
or by anything else man has made
to bind us.
Great poem. I love the message behind it as well. We let time define our lives, when we should just live it.
Thank you!
I actually wrote this as a response to an in-class discussion on Einstein’s theories of relativity. The concept of not living by the schedule we create seems so interesting (and worth a shot).
Exactly. We can be more happy with our goals and actions if we just let loose and live.