One for each week of the year 2016
19. We have not thought deeply enough about time. There is the time that ticks in the alembic of stars, there is the time of volcanic processes, drift of continents, the climb and fall of mountain ranges. There's the time of empires fallen, fading into fantastic stories of the past. There is the tide's lick at the shores. There is the clink of the porch chime while sitting by the window counting breaths-- There is the eternal now. All time's present in this moment, from the light of the first star to the last ember. There are these moment's deaths, as the next eternal now arrives. We've spent our time. The crow mocks us from afar.
The nineteenth sonnet from the book.