Pool
To drown in the flood of my mother's womb
I had no time before I was conceived
My clock only started to tick when dad kissed my mom
for the first time It was when his seconds met hers
For every generation there is a kiss
and there is also the afternoon
Does the afternoon ever change? Yes there will be
days when it rains but does this make the afternoon
less than what it is? Was I conceived in the afternoon?
Without a doubt I was conceived with a kiss
Time is universal but it is not everything
for the cosmos is a lot bigger than what we expect or imagine it to be
It is not inconceivable that there is a universe without time
as much as time ends when someone dies
Memories surface but even memories fail
They fade They select I'm not a part of someone's memories
right now Someone I have never met but through dreams
we're connected In dreams everything can happen
at the same time or, at least, everything that matters
Thus it is undermined It is no longer just a straight line
but perhaps a point in space like dust or ash
Like you and me
Some day we will no longer be a part of it
A part of a kiss
A part of the afternoon
They say that infinity is forever
but forever is too short too soon
Copyright © Nino Beduya | Year Posted 2012
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