ㅁ Frogs and horses, why are they? Time is inescapable. A burden. We cannot ever escape. A child knows not time but they make him learn. They throw it on his back, and he never notices until one day, then it is too late, and they are happy.
– a free-form poem. This poem is a “guest post” from my own past. A distant past. I wrote this while in high school, in December, 1981. I remember writing it… vaguely.
Interesting theme, but I feel the poem needs refinement to ring truer.
Oddly, after many years of time seeming to zoom past, my lifestyle of recent years has brought time back to what feels like relaxed slow-motion.