Time in the Monument

Fasten

History’s seatbelt

like a drum’s tight wire guts

it’s gotten too high tonight

and cannot be trusted to drive.

Lower the window

some and yes open up your home.

Is your tongue quenched

when he calls out your name?

You become more fluid

the way exotic elements dissolve.

I was a cloudburst

full of grandfather clocks

Even my tears felt antique.

Rivers began to chime

I drank in the ticking.

I get it old man. Get ready. Again.

I hear you. I do. But how?

I dig

to where the earth begins.

Marble floors double as mirrors.

The old world tries hard to welcome

people walking perilously close

to its center.

Reviews

[Margo Seuss]

WOW! Love this!!! History fasten your seatbelts!!! Genius.

Lets see if I can figure out the meaning here. When I read this poem I think of people desperately trying to determine the way the world came to be; how history and time were created. Who is it 'calling out your name?' The answer to creation? You really got deep with this one! I love reading poems with complex symbolism as thinking is my favourite way to burn time!

Thank-you for these words! I could learn from you!