An Ode to Time

I yelled at grandfather clock today

Because he gave me vast stretches to fill I didn’t know what to do

Then he told me that I couldn’t have yesterday back

And so I sat at grandfather clocks feet and I cried

I cried because he gave me so much but he didn’t give her enough

Because 8 was too young

And I’m starting to forget her apartment and the scent of her…

I cried because 13 was too young when grandfather clock once again talked to God and told him to call her home and the golden gates swung open to embrace one more

That day I shouted at the sky because

she had promised to show me the world

And her smile promised that i could always just call

But hourglasses perpetually run out and promises were made to be broken

That day grandfather clock took my hand and told me that all good things must come to an end

And that all good things exist at the point of a needle

At the corner of the universe

On the bottom of reality

On the sole of sense

Where love letter paper planes can take you to Venus

Through clouds of calamity

Over monstrous mountains of baggage

Past Hades’ abysmal heraldings

To her land of milk and honey

And grandfather clock can’t touch us there

With his devouring impermanence

His insidious existence

Venus will hold us

Because somewhere between the end and corner of the cosmos

There is a love that transcends time