seconds in motion * by Arthur T. Wilson
Split seconds
A second too early
Seconds of indecision
A second to late to view a friends’ body after the casket is closed
Seconds in motion
And it’s never a metaphysical quandary or slightly philosophical
Knowing random seconds simply don’t exist or die
If all seconds are eternal seconds danced into forever and ever
Seconds until the gun fires to begin a fixed race
Seconds of unfathomable longing
Seconds to belong or remain alone in a lethal maze of fear
Seconds declared as the last opportunity for a second chance
Seconds to live
Seconds to live without being alive
Seconds to recapture a childhood memory flashing like lightning
Seconds in motion
Seconds as important as a volcano spewing footprints of psychotic ash
Allowing earth to do whatever it wants to do whenever it wants
Seconds to explode seconds to flow seconds to burn covering fossils
That fought for millions of years to reveal its’ connection to seconds
Seconds, just seconds
Seconds in motion watching seconds become seconds
Seconds to protest or protect your last blood warm kiss
When love withdrew and pulled back peace making it an inconsequential pawn of discarded seconds
Seconds to lose hope turning hope into feelings that feel like sandpaper
Against splinters
Seconds to harvest or pull up negativity to wallow in tragedies Sophocles could have written to scare an entire civilization from living
Seconds for a newborn baby to push from its’ mothers womb
Seconds for a newborn baby’s eyes to spin like radar into the light out of darkness
Seconds until a tangible surprise isn’t a surprise anymore
Seconds to discover you need a miracle delaying its’ arrival
Seconds to forgive again and again and again or seconds to be forgotten
Seconds in motion seconds
Does time know itself as seconds or as nothing?
Or does time emphatically declare that its’ seconds are everything?
Seconds thinking of itself as everything always simultaneous so
Seconds in motion
Seconds to become a champion
Seconds to become a lost child
Or seconds to become a shooting star born from a sweet song out of gods’ mouth
Every second.
By Arthur Theodore Wilson (c)2011
Arthur Theodore Wilson is a Published Poet; Playwright; Teacher; and Co-Editor/Publisher over thirty years of Attitude Magazine.
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