ANOTHER'S TIME Poem by K. Schippers

I run the bath and think,
now put on coffee
in the bath's time.

What a duo. Lots more
can happen. But what?
Bath, coffee, in their time

you turn on two lights
and fill your pen.
Loading the seconds

with warmth and smells,
with light and ink.
Not separate but inter-

woven, like strands
of a single moment.
Quickly

draping a tea towel
over a radiator. The seconds
drying. You can also

let them talk on the phone,
if someone calls. The
chairs are so quiet

in the bath's time.
I open a balcony door.
The air streams

in. Toast some
bread too, the smell,
the light, the ink,

the dryness, the fresh air,
I juggle all those plates
in something else's

time. O, stay with me now,
deep focus, it's getting
iffy. The water, the

smell, and beyond it, the toast,
the clouds, the flowing seconds,
the sky and the universe.