Making It

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‘Well, you’re just going to have to make time’ ~ my Mother (and everyone else’s)
 
 

Ridiculous.
 

Time’s a tunnel, isn’t it?
With an escalator running through it;
the two most important events
firmly positioned at either end,
a set distance apart.
 

She was asking the impossible –
to make time
 

as if it could be crocheted;
dozens of multi-coloured minutes
neatly stitched together
 

or three perfect seconds
separated
and whisked
until bigger (and fluffier)
than the sum of its parts.
 

Perhaps she meant for me
to garner millennia
from the skies;
 

meteor showers
whose components
would barely last a moment
but collectively
would leave an imprint
on the retina.
 

She was asking the impossible –
to make time
 

but I took the stairs anyway
 

so that I could sit on the roof
under a soft blanket of stars
and consider her request
 

whilst lingering over my meringue.
 
 

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One response to “Making It

  1. Brendan

    Making time is like making love, don’t you think — impossible really though meringue does help the consideration. Fun little meditation.

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