Dancing The Time That Brung You

For the third time, I hear my lover’s alarm go off, back in the dark quiet of the house as she tries desperately to hold time at bay.  I glance out the window to see if the powers that be playing with time themselves have managed to bring light sooner to the world than a week ago.  Time will not be trifled with, manage it, give yourself “snooze” time or Daylight Savings but it is all playing with the lint in our sleepy navels.  Time, the massiveness of all things, everywhere, passing or moving, is so miraculous it takes a cosmos to hold it but even the cosmos cannot contain it, it (the cosmos), itself, is marching to the tune of time while time, because of its “Allness Nature” kindly acquiesces to our snooze alarms and our theories of expanding universes to allow us to dance with her for the “time being.”

My work, Time Heals All Wounds, 1000lbs of raw
clay left to be dissolved by the elements over time.