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Time Passes

Time too is afraid of passing, is riddled with holes
through which time feels itself leaking.
Time sweats in the middle of the night
when all the other dimensions are sleeping.
Time has lost every picture of itself as a child.
Now time is old, leathery and slow.
Can’t sneak up on anyone anymore,
Can’t hide in the grass, can’t run, can’t catch.
Can’t figure out how not to trample
what it means to bless.

-Joy Ladin

The Winter Traveler

Once more the earth is old enough
for snow: a crooked posture of cold
grasses, a white sky sighing down
bare branches, a freeze tightening
each liquid into stone. Tomorrow
and tomorrow and tomorrow
I'll be anchored by a sinking
of my bones into the air
I carry in my clothes, walking
roadside with my wrists exposed
to the horizon. Dear Passerby:
Since I am nothing, I am whole.
I'll be lifted by the wind's edge
and borne home—the day
after the day after tomorrow.
- Malachi Black