There was time.
And then it stopped. (Didn’t it?)
Then there was wandering around
lost. You can almost see yourself
on the landscape.
This went on for a long time,
many years.
What happens next is when
gratitude becomes anger.
I’ve heard so much about
seeing beauty in everything.
Movement gets a bit more difficult.
We think as children that we know pain
because there are these great discoveries.
And finally, the cinematic camels,
one side of the screen all the way
the other, slowly cross the Sahara.
The Speed of Light
