constructing poetry

watching the dance

minute increments of duration
whisper past us,
one, two, ten,
never ceasing
marching from infinite
to infinite—
starting,
stopping,
stepping,
dancing.

there is no order
to their dance,
no way to calculate the measure
between one instant
and the next.
we try to count them,
catch their rhythm,
first, second, twenty-seventh,
but our hearts are too loud,
and we live too hard
to watch them pass—

let us dance.
let the moments
care for themselves.

Prompt: 9 May ▼

Theme: Time
Words to use: minute (not as a unit of time), second (not as a unit of time), our
Forbidden words: time, clock, date, calendar, late

16 lines at least. Internal rhymes okay; no end rhymes.