MEANWHILE HERACLITUS
Whichever way
you looked at it
it was one-forty-five
a quarter-to-two
into
the last cake-slice of the hour
a moment in time
rapidly disappearing
alongside him
a wife once
in her own right an
accomplished musician
longing to
pipe a
merry tune
meanwhile the air the Earth
and without doubt
the Sun
felt perplexed
if you forgive
me for saying so
the Sun
not yet risen
the Moon eerily mirrored
in that one time river
whilst
the logic of stepping
in and out
smudging, blurring
time as we know it
meanwhile Heraclitus
seeing/not seeing
wife-wise
life-wise
chaos of being
the writing on the wall
poems 2 die for 