Oscillation

I have just returned from sunny Devon, having spent just under a week relaxing with my wonderful friends. There has been much hilarity and I wish I was still there.

The day before I set off for Devon, I wrote this poem in the dead time between breakfast and the school run, before my final paper. I think my brain was active, because of the impending exam, but completely unwilling to cram any factual information... so this was the result.

Oscillation

I am suspended in the dream called history,

Locked in the quantum cell between

Orphaned past and

Infinite future.

I am in the now,

The non-existent space around which the

Dimensions pivot

And I am trapped.

The hands of the clock are the sails of my boat

And I am lost at sea.

You and I are tip-toeing on reality together,

Exploring even as we lose the seconds

To the invisible reaper called Time.

We are never present but we are here,

Balancing all our illusions on our heads

Like water jugs, and clinging to the promise

Of tangible tomorrows.

J xxx