In time, even statues fall in love.
Standing and gazing long beside each other,
you share air, sounds, space and time.
You soften. Fingers merge with hair and
gallery closed, hard edges become soft flesh.
was something Einstein dreamed of at 16
and it stayed in his mind when
he postulated that riding a light beam
away from a clock, time would appear
to be standing still. Farewell, manmade time!
Before I was married, someone told me
the thief was children. The news today
told me it was definitely my smartphone.
People have had children and distractions forever.
We manage to write poems on phones.