We Wear Time in a Circle
We Wear Time in a Circle
This moment is final
They tell us
This is the end
Coming up against a new beginning
But how do we make sense of time
How can time
Be framed in bookends
One hour marked apart from another
One day pulled apart from the next
We try to take things apart
But graduating
Doesn't end our education
Stories live outside of their pages
Ideas
Stretch beyond their words
And People
Live even outside of their bodies
Their ashes swept up by the wind and water and mountains
Their genes alive in their children
Some moments
Some people
Are too big
They continue
To live
Into infinity
I think our ancestors had it right
When we began to wear time on our wrists
Not in a Line, or Square, or Single Dot
But in a Circle
To Infinity
~JL