Slow Boat

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. - Thoreau

up and over a great wall

heeding a fourth dimension's precious call

missing teeth in a bald man's comb

i keep knocking but no one's ever home

a dynasty of days fall like befuddled dominoes

one smashing into ever another

oh where art thou brother

a tired engine chugs

swollen oars row

raised, tattered sails beckoning the winds of tomorrow to blow

what does a moment think

what does eternity know

what is it that it stopped and wrote carefully in a hidden, secret, tenderly kissed, folded note

carried somewhere on a

slow boat

Author's Note

"The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

Altho' I always enjoy the concept of the slow boat, in my vaguely copasetic manner I feel there are subtle metaphors at work here but unfortunately, I'm just not capable of understanding their intent
Pete

[Pete]

time is a mystery to us. we're all seemingly slaves to it and will jump through hoops and pay through the nose to gain some but no one seems to be concerned about where they'll be for eternity or what it is that will give it to us. we'll all have a day of reckoning ... :)