Timing

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    Timing

    Timing,
    said the Giant,
    gives all we know
    of the Universe.

    Slip into my hand
    and let me show you.

    If such a day was long enough
    we'd see the morning
    slide beyond yesterday
    to blot the darkness
    with its glistening.

    The Giant moved his hand
    around the sphere

    I rode the crest of his knuckles
    as he came around to
    the bottom of the curve I slipped
    through his fingers to the
    center of his palm,
    with the depths of its crevices
    balancing my disquiet.

    As he spoke the shadows
    deepened around us.

    I thought my time was contained
    all
    in his gesture
    to slip away
    this very night.

    The Giant kept speaking
    oblivious to the courtly
    darkness suddenly enveloping us

    or so it seemed

    He brought out his jewels
    rubies, diamonds, sapphires

    Do you know, he said,
    these few precious beauties
    were each born in a single flash
    of light
    so bright and sparkling
    it must reveal to all creatures
    the importance of timing.

    But,
    I dared to speak at once,
    how do we find the key
    to make the timing right?

    Ah, well,
    you cannot touch
    the key to that

    All else you have
    within your grasp
    but not that

    I stormed and cursed
    and beat myself against his hand
    as if I could change the nature
    of this remorseless
    pronouncement
    with my little body
    bruising his hand.

    Now, now, he said,
    keep a sharp eye out;
    if the meaning of my words
    be lost to you
    now
    the turning of your time
    to know
    will reveal the key to you.

    Be careful not to miss it.

    But, oh, I moaned,
    there are wonders
    brilliant and dazzling
    that come and slip into
    the edges of my time;
    a few moments so joyous
    I think the light from them 
    must burn forever.

    I railed at him
    for reckoning their demise
    and screamed
    THIS I cannot accept

    Finally
    he shouted:

    TIMING!

    And as if he forgot my small
    slow nature
    planted in the center of his hand,
    made a gesture so sweeping
    I lost consciousness.

    When I awoke he was gone.

    I grieved and grieved
    but it was too late

    I knew he was right

    Timing
    gives all we know
    of the Universe.

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    Tempestlady commented on Timing

    07-14-2009

    We can only view the universe based on our own place n time. A wonderful fantasy piece. enjoyed it. Good write....

    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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