What time is it?


Over the past three months, I finished my Peace Corps service in Uganda, moved back to America, and shortly after left America to move to Bolivia.  It has been a such a whirlwind; all of these transitions have led me to explore how we understand time.  While I am in the process of writing about my time in Bolivia, please enjoy some of my mind's more creative endeavors to break down the concept of time.


When is Life...?
Time travel
                             is not theoretical.
We do it
                             every waking moment.
Turn around
                             and remember lessons found.
Look ahead
                             forget what happened instead.
It is now
                             not “then” or “when” anyhow.
All objects
                             are memories it reflects.
Everything
                             decides to blossom in spring.
Stay focused
                             live in the moment fullest.
Reminisce
                             on celebrations and stress.
What’s to come
                             is customized illusion.
Current time
                             exists outside of the mind.
Say “goodbye”
                             the earnestly truthful lie.
Life’s play dough –
                             the day after tomorrow.
Seize the day,
                             the flowing mighty segue.
In the past
                             life’s maintained to ever last.
The future,
                             a buried secret treasure.
This present
                             is over in an instant.
Paradox:
                             all of time is empty clocks.
We lead lives
                             in any way but clockwise.


The Butterfly
The butterfly,
at first a caterpillar,
experiences metamorphosis
and simultaneously lives
in both past and future.
Its former self
personally greets the new
in a private sanctuary.
Is not the present a cocoon
created for past to become future?

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