Time Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Time



The notion of time
a potion sublime

A bottomless pit
the physicists fit

Today or tomorrow
the future or past

As your arms wrap around it,
—your hands lose their grasp

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2016)

Saturday, May 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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