There was time.
And then it stopped. (Didn’t it?)
Then there was wandering around
lost. You can almost see yourself
on the horizon.
This went on for a long time,
many years.
What happens next is when
gratitude becomes anger.
I’ve heard enough 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
lumber from one side of the silver screen all the way
to the the other, as they ever so slowly cross the Sahara.
The Speed of Light
