Poem 20150728

i read a story once
where a monk had learned
to slow his mind
so much that he
could actually make
time reverse
to stop the vibrant hum
of atoms and see just
where to touch an object
where to apply pressure
to shatter it
or
to mend it

i don’t believe in clocks

the sun rolls in the sky
or we roll around it

even though a little more
slow thought would be
a balm, really
i can’t fault the world for
turning
or myself for feeling the
centrifugal force