Time Sphere
Time circles endlessly
she leans on the hello-goodbye sun
and plays see-saw with
the silly peek-a-boo moonman.
Wind, the wandering traveler,
whips across our time sphere whistling
sometimes he gains strength, but
he always spirals and dizzily dies out.
Our mountainous earth heaves,
grumbles, rumbles, and crumbles
and spilling rivers pay tribute to
her majesty Ocean, ever undulating.
Man never sees the curve beyond the horizon
And for us mortals
time marches on.
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
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