Do We Matter?

 

“Broken Time 2” by Sandra Trubin

 

broken bodies

know time

broken clocks

know of space

all are passing

in fits and in starts

ragged ratchets

of movement

irregular rates

mark erratic

progression along

broken paths

chiming tick-tocks

of chance

broken syncope

stark in encounter

with instants

that alternate

joy and despair

broken sequences

filled with droll

meaningless

meanings

a randomness

tendent toward

living and dying

existence writ small

shooting stars

barely noticed

amid the long

descant of eons

the lightyears

of distance between

then and now

there and here

broken spirits

the cruel

ineluctable

contract and

cost for one

hardly heard

moment of breathing