afraid of the contingent
we bind time in calendars and clocks
unbound it seems a store of shocks
it defies our geometry
and every scale
all shapes
linear
or circular
attempts to make it fall
into a pattern
or
follow our sensibilities
fail
exposed are we
our fear and timidity
it exceeds us
and we trail
spring is an event
marked on our calendars
its basis erased
April 4, 2017
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Image: The Mayan Calendar