Things We Think

Things We Think He said, “Every man is busy earning money.” She said, “Is there anything more important than love?” He said, “Is there anything more important than sex?” She said, “I think we all just fear death.” He said, “It’s like the Cats in the Cradle we just need more time.” She said, “I think we really need more space.” He moved out to a place with more space. She soon did not have enough money. She had to leave behind the house and love. Once they vowed nothing would do them part not even death. She never learned the aborted child’s sex. Biologically he still had more time. He was ambitious, indoctrinated into the ascent of money. She worked her fingers to the bone, until her death. He afforded local expensive sex. She began to view local nature as expansive space. He did not connect space and time. She knew what connected it all was love. In time he found a new love. In love, she found time. He equated good passion with good sex. She found the emerald walls of nature the best space. He loved the crisp or dirty, rumpled, green of money. Homeless— she was reprimanded in the rain “You’ll catch your death!” it's been said, The root of all evil is money. Money can’t buy you love. Nothing is certain but taxes and death. I don’t know the question, but the answer is sex. I need my space. All we have is time. I’ve learned to give love and learned that is love. I’ve learned one’s time is worth more than one’s money. I’ve learned a small space in nature explains all infinite space. I’ve learned that gender should not be judged by one’s sex. I’ve learned that empathy slows time. I’ve learned from the leaves of grass there is no death. He is more than his money and she is more than her sex. In death we find love. In space there exists time.