About time

I am chronically late, and clocks are no longer round.
I dream of car tires running like wheels of camembert,
chasing after meaning, wherever it may be found,
a pilgrimage to a place I know is no longer there.

I dream of car tires running like wheels of camembert;
time no longer revolves, but slowly dissolves,
a pilgrimage to a place I know is no longer there;
nature’s rhythms are lost as connection devolves.

Time no longer revolves, but slowly dissolves;
Synchronicity becomes a figment of my dreams;
nature’s rhythms are lost as connection devolves.
Seasons that used to cycle now flow away in streams.

Synchronicity becomes a figment of my dreams
I am chronically late, and clocks are no longer round.
Seasons that used to cycle now flow away in streams,
chasing after meaning, wherever it may be found.

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I often think about the nature of time, partly because I write time travel novels. Living in a rural tourist destination, I am aware of seasons and natural cycles. This is a type of synchronic timekeeping. When I go into the outside world with digital clocks and highway traffic, I experience time as sequential and a scarce commodity. Yesterday at a writers’ luncheon, the speaker talked about how to sustain the interest of audiences with increasingly shorter attention spans. A recent study by Microsoft concluded that the human attention span has dropped to eight seconds.
Are you still with me? Anyone?
I blame everything on the decline of the circular clock. What are your thoughts on the nature of time?

This pantoum was written in response to W3 on The Skeptic’s Khaddish.

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