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Meditation on a Clock

RaynRoberts is found in print and online at Rattle, Rattapallax, Retort Magazine, The Sow's Ear Review, Voices in Wartime, PoetsWest, Thunder Sandwich, The Pedestal Magazine, Void Magazine, Poet's Corner in Fieralingue and many others. He appears in four anthologies. In 2006, Evolving Editions Press in New York included him in its "Illuminations" series. His newest book, “Of One and Many Worlds,” from Poetic Matrix Press came out in August 2006. In 2003 he published "Jazz Cocktails & Soapbox Songs". He is the author of “The Fires of Spring”, a collection of Buddhist poems written in South Korea where he teaches English to university students. Visit his web site.

Sometimes time and the Big Mind seem the same:

Patches of sky shining in time when I think I know All ...
Think I know the tick of the cosmic clock
But am drifting in dream-time
Where life is ever after ever and time never-never ...
Oh the tales we tell to comfort the children!
It is then Death leans into my ear and whispers ...
"Time is gravity pulling you into a grave."

And I am again aware of times when I had no time for sometime anytime
And knew all the time what moment and time of mind it was
What time to say this or that, always or oft' times
But those times, sure times, silver-winged times
Times of golden air in green spring time
Fleet-footed of weightless being, heart and mind times are gone
Gone are days when life was childlike and simple

Why are the good times always the past, the old years the golden
When now is the only jewel one can hold?
My small mind clouds over, the heart caves in to solitude:
I will go my way alone ... with friend, nurse, relative, angel or
Imagined god, but alone, gravity tugging at me

Aware of the pull and wishing I were a bug. Life is so simple for bugs.

Published September 2005


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