The Thinking Poet

 

Yawning Backwards

As the video rewinds I wait and watch:
a climber toils, backward-stepping down a hill.
If we had to do it all over again,
would the strain of undoing
be as great as the doing?
Should we, on the second ascent
be wiser,
more alive,
less unaware?
Allow ourselves more time to stand and stare?
 
Idle questions,
hatched in the idleness of waiting.
We play video games with time:
demolished buildings climb from settling dust;
felled trees root to face the gust;
and people yawn backwards and grow younger.
But in real life
time is resolute,
and the moment we thought to seize upon
is snatched from our grasp, and gone.

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