You shouldn't have to fly
4,000 miles to visit
an archives with
valuable records
treasured tomes
keys to unlocking
centuries of secrets
Only to hear
"Come back in a week."
Don't they know
my time is tiptoeing
out into the oblivion
evasively eluding
my frantic efforts
to twist its arm
and maneuver it into
a monotonously measured march?
You'd think
they could figure that out
if they run a repository
Couldn't they?
2 comments:
Responsefrom the RepositorianWhen you deal in eras and eons,
in generations,
life becomes expanded
into so present a history
that moments stumble
and hours trip together.
When one step takes you back
a generation,
and walking between here
and the drinking fountain
is a trip from Victorian to Tudor
and back,
sometimes you need to pause
and remember
and come back next week.
Ha! I love it! And I feel much less stressed-- thanks for helping me keep it all in perspective. :)
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