Wednesday, January 30, 2013

11.



Our religion is awe
but our practice is flawed,

too busy counting the tasks
before us

to contemplate the quanta
of astonishments we breathe.

To wit: the universe's expansion has been
in action for 13.8 billion years

but that fact is nothing compared to this:
it's not letting up, but getting faster.


And I have known you
this many years.

And my love is
growing, growing

even as time so softly chimes:
you will never catch me. 

4 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

Perhaps there is no "catch" in love.

Sarah Hina said...

I don't think so either.

Aniket Thakkar said...

"Our religion is awe
but our practice is flawed,

too busy counting the tasks
before us

to contemplate the quanta
of astonishments we breathe."

That is such a profound standalone poem in itself.

P.S. Often the chase is more cherished than the prize. :)

Sarah Hina said...

Definitely.